This is a dream of youth and childishness. The pursuit of love is almost as pure as a child. The steadfastness of friendship does not care about gains and losses. Even the desire and struggle for rights are struggling and contradictory. I want to express a real and complex psychology as much as possible. I have always believed that there are no absolute likes and dislikes, that pure and kind hearts will never die out, and hope will never be extinguished. I just lack the eyes to discover.