I still remember the first time I met you. I was still alone, closed in my own world, and you were still so deserted, just like your original self. However, by that time I was no longer the deserted but simple me, and that simple self no longer existed. Maybe it was this similar feeling that made me unconsciously want to be close to you. I didn't know at that time that this beginning represented the beginning of all my sorrow. . . I just broke into your world ignorantly, and you stayed in my heart so inadvertently.