I, an ordinary dancer,
I like to write YY novels in my notebook in class.
There are so many people around me,
Ordinary yet special existence,
Everything about them seems to be related to me,
But it has nothing to do with me.
For example, he will love him and like him,
I am a bystander,
If he will love me, I will love him,
I am a participant.
I don't know when this relationship will be clarified.
Is it a soft spot, or a sudden dream.
Conception: