I exchanged my souls for two people who loved each other, and before I exchanged them back, one of them died. When you died, everyone was crying for me, and I was the only one in the world who paid homage to you. From then on, every mirror I saw, I saw your figure, and I can't die in love because I'm using your body, and I can't bear to erase the last traces of you in this world. I can't give up on myself, because it's your life, and I can't even start a new relationship, because the other person falls in love with your appearance, body and my soul.
