There is only an ordinary beginning of the story, a dream of a beautiful girl, but it is ridiculed by reality. Homosexuality, or sympathy; dream, or reality? I don't want to write too beautiful things, because that's unrealistic; but I'm also afraid of writing too sad things, because that will break my heart. However, I still gradually moved towards tragedy, after all, that is what I think best expresses me. Ups and downs, pain, sadness, all mixed together...