We grow wildly in our shortcomings, and becoming a helpful person to you has become my only meaning.
I'm afraid you'll cry, I'm afraid you'll be bullied, I'm afraid you won't need me anymore.
When I give my power back to God, will you still need me?
I have no idea.
You don't know you in my heart, but I know me in your heart.
You don't know my feelings for you, but I know your love.
Hey, do you know that I love you too.
I know it, you don't.
Can we still know each other's feelings when I really don't know?
I choose to know.
Sensitive, scheming, gray hair × low self-esteem, dark scars
We are angels, but unfortunately the other side of us is stronger.
Even though the powers may disappear, my own abilities never will.
As long as we have each other, we are immune to all poisons.
Purpose: Love and instinct arise out of pain