Master``````
He would turn around and respond softly.
Master``````
He would turn around and stroke my head and ask: What's wrong?
Master``````
There was a faint medicinal fragrance coming from his sleeves.
But, Master, why can't I find you?
Whose blood is it that makes my eyes glow red?
Who is laughing quietly in the dark, playing with fate?
Can I go back to the carefree past without thinking about anything?
If that's the case, master, don't look, don't see the bloodstains on my body, don't notice the fishy smell in the air. I just want to be yours.