When she was a teenager, she took music as her ideal and loved it more than her life. But I never thought that I would be outrageous many years later. Maybe they were right, ideals cannot be eaten. But when she remembers that many years ago she once cherished an everlasting girl's heart and the pursuit of ideals, does it matter what is right and wrong? Will you smile slightly and feel relieved? There is nothing truly perfect and appropriate in the world, and everything good is built by oneself.