My DESIRE is just Getting back. What you gave, what you receive. HIM, who has the same DESIRE as me. HE gave me, and I recieved. I gave him, and HE received. But why do I keep on wanting more than what HE is giving?
My life is all about me, I'm the main character, I'm the most important person, this is my life. It's never about someone else, something else, it's just me. And what I want. Not Until you came, it all became you. About you. 'You' are what I want. Everything is 'All About You'.
A girl who secretly admires this guy who helped her in her hard times. He was the umbrella in her rain. He was the rainbow after her storm. The pen to her paper, who made her write THE LETTER.