The size of a mass is not proportional to its volume.
That little girl as small as a violet.
That little girl that flutters like a flower petal.
Pulls me with a mass greater than the Earth.
In a moment, I like Newton's apple.
Mercilessly rolled and fell on her.
With a thud, with a thud thud.
My heart.
From the sky to the ground.
Continued to swing dizzyingly like a pendulum.
It was first love.
— Goblin