I was born with a curse of being in love.
The business upstart stood downstairs holding roses, each petal engraved with my name.
A top singer coughed up blood and sang a love song at a concert: "She is the last melody of my life."
Crazy scientists even created a clone of me: "This way I can love you one more time."
But the stronger their love, the faster the hourglass of life passes.
"Don't love me," I shivered behind the curtains, "loving me will really kill you."
Until the day when my mailbox was filled with suicide notes, I pulled off the curtain cord——
But I heard laughter coming from behind: "Finally found a way to end the curse?"
