In the deep palace of loneliness, the greenness of teenagers is locked. Fate was so cruel and made one joke after another. I once thought of him with all my heart, and with my fingers intertwined with each other, all that was left was a lonely figure, leaving decisively, leaving only the words "I will live up to my love" in place. The family relationship I once thought was so fragile, with too many uses and suspicions. The sister whom I really loved, actually hated me so deeply. Conspiracy, use, separation, abandonment are hidden under the mask. Who else can make me believe and let me rely on?