Ten years. Ten years.
Misunderstandings composed of multiple events have separated you and me.
How can the misunderstanding be resolved?
On the edge of love and hate, who has the upper hand?
There are so many clues that my feelings for you can no longer be explained.
It was too late, the chains of hell were wrapped around my neck.
——"Because of you, I have nothing."
In the dark, everything has its own destiny.
Conception:
