Sometimes I feel that I am better at doing icing on the cake. The feeling of rising from a high-rise building makes me very uneasy, and so does love.
There is no he between the male and female protagonists. The truth is that they are two people who are testing each other and then retreating into their shells.
But I still think this story is very beautiful, and the throbbing of youth makes my heart beat.
This is a short crush, yet ambiguous story with no ending.
Intention: That cowardly self-esteem that grows wantonly