It was a deserted place, a place where no light came in.
My boy is a being who should be brilliant. He is proud, uninhibited, and indulgent. Everything about him should be perfect.
I am mediocre, so mediocre that even if I am very close to him, I will look away rationally and say "I'm sorry."
I am the dust that can be seen everywhere, and he is the starlight that always shines. I am not the one who catches the starlight, and he will not look at me twice.
I will hide my thoughts tightly so that no one can know.
So, my boy, I wish you peace.
Concept: Secret love is a person's chaos