When I left that sad place, stepped on the plane full of longing, and flew to the United States, where I longed to start the good life I fantasized about, I knew that I had made a mistake again...

This is not a good beginning, but a prelude to another nightmare... In this part of the United States, I have experienced his love for me again and again, and I have experienced the hurt he has brought me again and again...

Deceive, conceal, hurt, betray... Lingering, warm, passionate, persistent... He let me taste both the good and the bad... But during this time, I can still feel the reminder from another "friend"... He pulled me back from the edge of the cliff again and again, and made me see the truth again and again... Even in the end, he led me away...

United States... I made a lot of memories and made a lot of friends in this place, but these will eventually become memories...

Lingering is always fleeting... What followed was like endless darkness and pain... Even the most deeply loved will push you into the abyss... Love, when a gust of wind blows, there is nothing left... It's like a kite string that breaks in the wind... It's impossible to catch that flying kite...

Love... Oh, love...