Sacrifice for a friend and then wear it.
In ancient times, I had a good birth and good friends.
Everything is developing in an ordinary and happy direction.
But his appearance changed my life in ancient times.
I bear the name of others and survive for the dead.
But I feel that human existence does not exist to be someone else's substitute.
So I have to escape, if not once, then twice, three times...
I believe that one day, I will escape this identity and tear off the mask with a smile on my face.