The throbbing of more than ten years apart, a feeling that no one dares to express.
"You really don't need to hold up much in front of me."
All love and hate are fleeting.
"Ah Chu... It took me so long to realize that after all, the one you love is yourself."
White and rich beauty in the lower year x Intimate beauty in the upper year
Looking back, it was not love.
Intention: Love defeated by oneself