For the first time, you said you loved me. I believe it because I love you.
The second time, you said you love me. I also believed it, because I still love you.
The third time, you said you love me. I... Don't believe it anymore. Although I still love you, you are no longer qualified to be loved.
Because you are dead.
I thought that after death, I would be relieved. Unexpectedly, he would have to suffer for thousands of years.
For him, death is not the end, just another waiting, waiting to begin.
Yes, because he is the messenger. Messenger of death.
How about using my own rights to watch you every day? But you can't find me...
How sad my existence is. She smiled again and said, how wonderful...