Everyone has a lifetime, every lifetime is hidden in the sky, every sky will show something at night, every night there are billions of stars appearing, every appearing star has its own future, every own future will go its ways, so do I.
Can the life of a nineteen-year-old girl that has been changed by this change return to its track after many years? Will constant inquiry, constant recollection, and constant confusion enable her to make a choice that she will no longer regret?
No longer listening to the secret whispers of the stars, I would like to return to plainness and silence!