本当はね、

A mixture of sweet chaos and awkward sincerity - like a text conversation where you start off with sharp phrases and then send three messages in a row saying, “Sorry, I didn't mean that.” Every word trembles with the desire to be liked, hidden behind a mask of “I don't care.” It's funny and touching at the same time when a stern pose turns into childish confusion.

The music seems to swirl around a mirror reflecting a girl with perfectly styled hair and trembling hands. She is learning to be nice, learning to be honest, but between the lines it is clear: all this is not a role-playing game, but an attempt to get closer somehow. Fragility, disguised as courage, sounds louder than any words “I like you.”