Ghost animal vocal music is a scum attack
Love is like a ghost, it doesn't exist but everyone believes in it. High school students have the most important academic work, but the charming and terrifying emotions take root and sprout like poppies, blooming into gorgeous flowers that are not worth mentioning; those who hear it are intoxicated and those who taste it are addicted. In the end, the scariest thing is not that you can't grow old together, but that you suddenly find that you, who have devoted everything you have, only occupy a very, very small place in her world. Everything is just your wishful thinking and wishful thinking. Great grief will break you into pieces, forgetting how much joy you have had, and naturally hate love and the person you love.
Even if that person changes his mind, even if your rotten hard work is attached to the poppy, and it hurts your heart to touch him, you will still reject the person you admired when you were young without thinking. It's not that I don't like it anymore, it's that I'm so dejected by the past trauma that I no longer have hope.
Concept: Youth is a hurdle, and probably everyone will stumble; it's just that some people fall lightly, and some people fall more miserably.