The confused girl met Mr. M. He was like the wind. She followed the wind but could not catch the gust of wind.
This article is inspired by Imaizumi Aika's "You are Tobacco, I am Bubble", the lyrics of which are also quoted in the article. I am posting this in the hope that someone can read it. If you have read it and finished reading this article, thank you very much.
Intention: Regret