About love, freedom, and loneliness.
Everyone has a secret emotion in their heart, and everyone longs for freedom and honesty.
Duplicity in words and deception in appearance.
How to break the stability of the weird triangle?
And how should we balance the desire for freedom and love in our hearts?
Needing or being needed, which one is real?
So I lamented that summer has passed away, but I don't know that summer has not yet begun.