Some people say that there is no pure friendship between men and women. I want to say that we are a special case. I am like a kite in the sky. He is holding on to the only rope tightly, shaking his head to let him point the way. But I always want to move forward desperately, break away from the rope, and find a new life. In fact, I know that I cannot escape because the day I escaped was the day I was about to lose my way... I will never find it back. It seems that he is the most important token of my previous life. Unfortunately, I accidentally lost it. He searched for the breath and came back to find me...