Not a best friend, but a more precious existence than a best friend.
If I hadn't met you in the vast sea of people and had the honor to spend the next few years with you, maybe my world wouldn't be so colorful now.
"Since it's pitch black all around and you can't see your fingers, wouldn't it be fine if you just grow in the direction where you think the sunlight is?"
Whether this path is correct or wrong, as long as you are by my side.
The night sky cracked open, and fragments of misery fell rustlingly.
From between the increasingly larger fingers, dazzling sunlight shines.
Concept: There are a few lovely people who have a story that they want to tell you quietly.