Life is like a dream, what kind of legend would you have been if you hadn't met me?
Let me ask you, do you know that I am good at killing people? You smiled and said you knew. But I know that's because you haven't seen me kill anyone. Those who don't know are fearless. Until you see me killing someone, you finally no longer remain calm, because that is the cruelest art in the world.
In your short and hasty life, you said that meeting me was your greatest misfortune. Until the end you were still asking me if you had ever liked me. I said no.
Finally you give up, and finally you have a new favorite.
You are no longer you, but I am still me. I still kill artistically.
Until the stem of my sword is on her neck - your beloved concubine.
You said don't make me hate you. But I cut her neck with the sword very quickly, and blood flowed out. Then I said I don't care.
After a long, long time, your sword was on my neck.
You asked me if I was afraid, and I shook my head. I knew a long time ago that one day, I was also a human being, and I would be killed.
You also cut my neck very quickly, and blood flowed all over the snow.
At that moment I remembered that I forgot to tell you that I don't like you, but I love you.