She loved her, she hugged the pillar at the end, she loved the small mole at the end of her eye, she loved her unique light fragrance, she loved the lady's cigarette between her thin white fingers, and she loved her long body. The most unorthodox thing she has ever done is to love her, observe her preferences, create chance encounters and look down at the texture of the ground, and then raise her head to watch her go away. Guided by her sincerity, she calmly headed towards her destined collapse.
Intention: I am destined not to get close to you, and I will keep my love for you a secret.