You once asked me, why is my love gray?
Let me tell you my answer, because I love you so much that I love you so weirdly. Listen, this undercurrent that is about to move leaves only gray in my eyes, suppressing it and almost suffocating it.
Although he is a boy, he was given a girl's name by his mother who was crazy about women. But under this shameful rejection, what worried him even more was his uncontrollable throbbing. Sometimes, he kept thinking, it would be fine if I were a girl.
Suppressing this shouldn't happen until you meet him?
His thoughts overflowed, like bites from ants. Why couldn't the girl who appeared next to him be him? That person,, would be fine if he died.
This weird love and its unpredictable ending, are you coming?