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Simplicity is just a disguise.

 　　 Naïve doesn't mean young, innocent doesn't mean ignorant.

　　 You're so innocent, so very innocent. Is being innocent wrong? Perhaps doing things inappropriate for the right age is innocent, but what is maturity?

　　 That year, the sentence I heard most often was like this. It wasn't said by just one person, but it certainly left the deepest impression.

　　You actually think like that? You're still too innocent. You actually came all this way alone? You're really too innocent. You don't know what this is? You're so innocent. Maybe I really am innocent, but I just wanted to make you think it's unbelievable. Maybe I really am innocent, coming to a strange city alone to make a living. Maybe I really am innocent, I just don't want to stay here anymore.

　　I've just been holding on, I've just been trying, I just don't want to be unhappy. But everything I've done is what you see as "innocence." I never knew a positive adjective could have a negative connotation.

　　The world laughs at my madness, I laugh at the world's blindness. It turns out it's not just an old saying, it really exists. I am just me, yet I am not me. I'm trying to live up to the person I envision, but I've forgotten that the person I envision isn't actually me.

　　 A raincoat can only keep clothes from getting wet, but it can't stop the cold wind from seeping inside. So, only by hugging yourself tightly can you feel some protection from the cold. At a crossroads, three different paths lead to different lives. It's not about right or wrong, but about whether you dare to choose. I chose to feign innocence because it masks my inner strength.

　　 From now on, I will be even more innocent. Some things we understand are only protected by not understanding them; some things we can't understand are only wise by remaining even more oblivious. I will reserve a pure land in my heart, so that the tree there can grow even more lush and verdant.

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