The girl who's always in the corner of the schoolyard. Arriving earlier than anyone else, I send her my voice while suppressing my pounding heart, and she always responds with a pure, gentle smile. Every time I gaze at her, my heart trembles. When her shy smile fades and her eyes turn away, I'm the only one who knows she's happiest then. When was it that I first encountered that innocent, lovely smile? I want to keep this joy to myself, hidden from everyone, even from the girl herself.