I am such a lonely person, so lonely that I will deceive myself and say that I am not actually lonely. Listening to the beautiful love songs, I quietly imagined the love that I was about to meet but never met. I hope that one day I will be able to encounter a perfect love. I hope that there will be such a person who will travel through thousands of mountains and rivers just to be good to me, just to make me happy. But hope is just hope after all, and it never comes true. In our world, we are all accustomed to the happiness of others, but we are never satisfied with our own love. We are always looking forward to it, but who can guarantee that after missing this one, the next one will be the one we are waiting for... Can you? Can I?