Years ago, my world was gray and hopeless; without a trace of color.
Until one day, you came with the name of light and forcibly pulled me into this colorful world.
Taught me light, hope, and the determination to pursue love.
That's not what I want. You never know that from beginning to end, I just want to live in the filthy darkness that seems dirty to you; only it will not betray me.
However, I foolishly fell in love with God and you.
Is this my end? The karmic fire of hell will take away a life that even I don't value very much.
The rotten body was nailed to the cross-shaped coffin, and the black blood of sin rotted into a large flower of evil.
Is this the price of overestimating your own capabilities and pursuing light?
But even so, stupid me still loves and hates you as always.
I think I've reached the end of the road.
------------------The land of the dead, the language of flowers in the morning