"If I were an epiphyllum, I would wither before four o'clock in the morning.
But I am an ordinary person, and I cannot be as beautiful as an epiphyllum. I cannot hide my love that flows like ripples in a lake.
So I always get flustered and clumsy in front of you. I just hope you can like me before I wither. "
"Then who are you?"
"See you later."
Intention: None