To love a person, is it really such a happy thing? I don’t think so.
Maybe we just like that kind of feeling.
I live in a quiet and peaceful town. There is no war here, everything is so beautiful, just like a paradise.
We met each other and became friends in such a world.
Our feelings are crisscrossing.
 
Why are we living? Why were we born here?
To get everything by any means, is it really the way to win?
I am confused in the successive emotional whirlpool…
The story like a cross is unfolded like this–「I expected I would not love anybody anymore. But after I met her, my life totally changed. I entirely fell under the enchantment of her.」「I knew that I was lying. That was not real me.」