The male protagonist is very reserved, gentle, and occasionally venomous, while the female protagonist is a soft and cute girl who has a mutual crush on each other.
It's very warm and childish. Remember the simple and beautiful boyhood.
When we were young, there was always that person hidden deep in our hearts, never to be seen. Those days turned into lonely flowers. They grow in the dark night and will break into pieces when facing the morning dew. I heard this lonely voice. I would like to dedicate this to those young years and the people we had a crush on.
Some people are like cinnabar in the heart, which hurts when they are mentioned. As time goes by, that cinnabar never fades away. Even in the future, when they each have a destination, the cinnabar that carved her heart still has a long-lasting stinging power. It is a taboo and must not be mentioned.
Intention: When we are young, there is always that person hidden deep in our hearts