Everyone praises him for being sensible, sweet-talking, and diligent.
Only I know that he has been staring at me since he was a child, like a hunter staring at his prey.
I'm afraid of him, I avoid him, I want to scold him,
But his slight touch made me feel a little bit ashamed,
It all turned into uncontrollable panic and itching.
We are not light, we are darkness.
It's not love, it's life.
They are tied to each other to death and live together for the rest of their lives.
