Have you ever asked me why I like blue iris so much? I said it was beautiful, but your eyes were full of disdain... Yes, I am superfluous to you, no matter my person or my love, I am just a stranger in your love, and I am destined to become a victim. You said that when I turn 20, you will give me an iris field, and you will accompany me to the amusement park that I have been looking forward to for a long time, but ah... Those are just words, will you help me realize it, will you? Won't! Haha... I have become accustomed to being alone, because I have always been alone. I am just an object, an object that I cannot own in my own life... Goodbye, 20 years old, the end of my world, I wish you all happiness...