That year, I was ten years old and he was twelve years old. I liked him
That year, I was twenty years old, he was twenty-two years old, and we were together
That year, I was twenty-one and he was twenty-three. I fled in embarrassment
That year, I was twenty-five and he was twenty-seven. I was finally able to stand by his side, but he was not by my side!
Who is his calamity, whose mask covers her true heart, who understands his helplessness, who understands her inability to extricate herself. In this glamorous place, the only thing he longs for is a haven where he can put down his mask, and the only thing she wants is to keep her true heart.