I don't know when I will be able to take off this disguise of a boy and be a lady for everyone. I like skirts, white skirts.
I like to sit alone on the rooftop, looking at the continuous white clouds in the sky, because of the feeling of flying; I like to stay alone in the library, flipping through those admirable classics, because of the tranquility; I like to lie alone under the stars, looking at the stars in the Milky Way, because of the mystery; I like to live alone in a house, living my own life, because of the freedom; I like to soak in a clothing store alone, picking out the clothes I like, because of the leisure.
But these may not be realized until the next life.
Maybe, I am like the little bird whose wings were plucked out by someone as Ayako once said to me. I should be free, but I am not free, even if I have good food, shelter, and the love of my master...
Maybe it's because I'm only suitable for those lives, those lives that make people feel scared.