I would like to use a mask to cover everything about me.
Women disguise themselves as men, perhaps just because they are afraid of getting hurt, or perhaps just to escape from the past.
However, your hot embrace and cold lips opened the box of feelings that I had sealed for a long time.
Sometimes, I don't know why, but we pass each other but feel like strangers.
Sometimes, I don't know how we can be together but working in opposite directions.
Sometimes, I don't know if we can, we are at a loss and heartbroken but we embrace each other with joy.
The contract in the old days said that the beautiful you will be there waiting for the beautiful me, neither near nor far.
Maybe you can't help but ask, where is the most sincere color beneath the mask?
Just like that, Suiko will tell you a story...