I suspect that I am a person with a Scorpio curse. Every boy I like is a Scorpio. Coincidentally, every boy dislikes me! This is the second Scorpio boy I like. For him, I wrote half a diary of chasing someone. It's a commemoration, and I miss it occasionally. This is a sad story, but I hope everyone who watches it will be happy.
Concept: Regret is also the perfection of the story
