Since God dies, heresy is rampant. The world is like a stage, filled with the bitterness of hope and the gloomy soul.
Humans and heretics dance together, the white snow is beautiful. But I can't dance and can't understand the music, so I have to end up in panic in the dance of the world.
It was you who made me look like a human being and a ghost like a ghost.
But thank you, thank you for making me hate you.
Purpose: On death