"A wind that blows around my whole body, lingering the redness of the place. The atmosphere that I missed for a long time. Memories, youth, friends. Baguio was everything for me. It was a bittersweet experience, inside a lonely field. Just like a strawberry that's rotting from time to time. It's not all about that, if I did not love someone like him." (THIS IS A BL STORY.)