In this metropolis
There are girls living with different inner frequencies
They may
It's the fool who gently says good night to the street lamp
It's the group of people with decision-making difficulties who suddenly get stuck in a mental block in front of the shelves in convenience stores
She is the sweet girl who cures her own lost mood with a cake alone
Or the timid yet gentle eccentric who secretly feeds the cats
They use this seemingly unconventional approach,
Cautiously guarding the most tender place within
Perhaps most people will never be able to understand their strange thought processes
But can you read her unique "vibes"?