"Oh, kay tagal din kitang minahal." Those exact lyrics speak about how the fate admired and loved France for so long. Fate-for the country of France, and to someone who was named that, sounds like it. Ten years of unsaid feelings. Fate isn't even sure if they're truly buried-or simply hidden in the deepest corners of her heart. How long can someone keep their feelings from the person they've admired for so long? Is it like how humans gaze at the stars-distant, beautiful, and untouchable? Fate had admired Franz for as long as she could remember, just as she had long dreamed of visiting France. Since childhood, she loved the way he simply existed. He was the first person to introduce her to the feeling of liking someone. Yet for ten long years, she held back every word she wanted to say. How heavy must it be to carry a decade's worth of unspoken thoughts? Will she ever find the courage to confess her deepest feelings? Or will she let her ghost of what-could-have-been finally rest in peace?