The sun is dazzling no matter what time of year. The scorching sun in summer makes the skin ache, and the high temperature sterilizes the inside and outside of the earth. The afterglow in winter has a lot of weight, but each beam is forcibly squeezed out from the thick dark clouds, so dazzling. The sunshine in spring and autumn is more beautiful, and it often brings rain. No matter what season it is, there seem to be people looking forward to this little bit of light. But sometimes I think I have found that beam of light, but I don't know that I have already fallen into a whirlpool.
Secret love is your own one-man show, you must hide it well, otherwise... The story of a sinister young woman transforming an amorous old man
Intention: Unable to hide secret love.