The poplar trees outside the window have fallen to the bustling ground, like a cold winter that has been desolate by the autumn wind.
An old classical guitar is leaning against the corner, showing a stubbornness unwilling to admit defeat.
Just like the fragile paper crane, I also want to hold up my empty chest and look up at the sunshine that I dare not ask for.
I want a happiness that even the world cannot hope for.
If you want to be so bold and indulgent that you would put yourself to shame even God.
Want to be free and spontaneous to the point of self-loathing.
I want to... Stand in the sun like a normal girl...
Want... Not to be alone anymore
In short, this is the story of an abnormal girl becoming more and more abnormal in her pursuit of normalcy.