I couldn't find the meaning I wanted, and no one could tell me how.
They said I was stubborn and unreasonable, but no one ever told me how to be liked.
They say I am a genius, but why do more people avoid me?
I seem to have lost nothing, and I feel like I have nothing.
I didn't understand it before, but now I don't want to.
Maybe everything that happened to me was just an illusion constructed by myself to outsiders, but I finally found him.
I proved his existence, right?
Intention: The salvation of loneliness