He was once an ignorant and reckless stranger. He met brothers who adhered to chivalry in a decadent empire. He hid his heartbeat that he dared not respond to. He met a madman who judged sins with blood, and was gently illuminated by the purest kindness.
Along the way, he personally gave away all the warmth and watched the people he cherished fall one after another. He only dared to keep the relics in dust, and even getting close became a luxury.
In order to resurrect the only true love in his heart, he broke the order, killed gods and became mad. He grew from a young boy to a cold and lonely king, and finally became an existence that no one in the world can match.
The world is changing with each passing day and prosperous everywhere, but all he has left is an old quilt and a pile of old things, guarding under the cherry blossoms in the sky, becoming a ragged lunatic.
He will bite anyone who touches his thoughts.
The world has already been complete, but he is forever trapped in the day he lost.
