Narcissus, Narcissus...
The unintelligible myth and the things that cannot be extinguished were carved into the boy's appearance just by taking a glance. A hint of coolness reflected in the glass at the corner of the window hit him. This was the first time, but maybe not the last time.
I finally understand the man who cursed Narcissus with his life. Behind his pathetic face is madness, and behind his pathetic face is unabashed love... I don't know... Do I love you or not?
Intention: At the end of completing all tasks, he held the glass narcissus and smiled at me with a low eyebrow.