The boy I liked committed suicide, and I was always in the shadow.
"I'm sorry...."
Those were the last words he said to me, and they were anything but loyal.
Tragedies happened one after another in the future, and everything became fragmented in the sad years.
In the end, even the person who loved me no longer existed,
What else is the meaning of my existence?
Intention: There is always a way to live