My mother once told me, "Dreams are a game for rich people and boys, and are out of reach for us daughters from poor families."
Life forced me to give up my dreams, and I could only spend one sad early spring after another...
Irene fell in love with a butterfly obsessively, but she didn't know that what she fell in love with was just the phantom of the butterfly.
Concept: The story of a moth flying into a flame
