In the heavy snow, the encounter between purple butterfly and morning dawn is a God-sent match. It is a thread of red fate that entangles you and me. Meeting is fate. All the romantic relationships are nothing compared to your words of staying together forever. I am decisive in killing, but I am willing to leave my only tenderness to you, even if you never respond...
Intention: Don't resist my kindness to you just because people who are kind to you have suffered disasters.