A dream, an obsession, who catches whose eyes, who forgets something.
Is it fantasy or reality? Whose memory is engraved in the first appearance?
We always separate like this repeatedly, but start over again, saying goodbye to each other, and getting together again with amnesia.
It's not that all sensible children don't have candy. Even if you don't say it, I know it. Love is preference, not requirement.
Intention: Even if I know that getting close to you will break my body, I will still hug you