After looking for a warm embrace for a long time, I finally decided to stop because I no longer have the youth to wait any longer. I will guess about his love story, who once held him and kissed his face, who he once suffered from decadence and pain. I hope no one will ask about my past, who I loved, or how deep my scars are. I also hope that I can stay in his world for a long time this time, until the leaves turn yellow and the green hair turns into snow. So I should be casual, love, be angry, miss, believe, and let love develop naturally.