At the turn of the century, no one knew what would happen. In this age that thought everything could be tolerated, she found that the one she couldn't tolerate the most was herself. She didn't know whose sorrow it was. All she wanted was to love someone well, but she discovered that love turned out to be such an insubstantial thing.
Because she was hurt by a man, she once fell in love with a woman, but who would she love if she didn't even love herself? The person who loved her and the person she loved were no longer important the moment she drifted downstairs with the wind. . . . . . The teacher gave her knowledge but did not tell her how to get to know men and women. It was her tragedy and the tragedy of this era. . . . . It turns out there is such a girl! ~```