She was reborn again and again by coincidence, but she always lived only for others.
If my world only repeats you or them, then am I also an empty shell?
If hatred makes me fall into the eternal hell, then what hope do you give me?
If you never loved me, would it be more pleasant to die?
If love also requires qualifications, then this kind of love is more despicable than you and me, right?
Is it my hatred that drives us apart, or is it your lust for power that separates us?
We have long lost the right to hug each other, but this time, we are closer.