Blood drips from the tip of the sword, and a dark red streaks down your cheek.
Just to have you all to myself.
Become crazy, become crazy, become a monster.
Just to have you.
Even if you use everything to bury it.
I won't let you go either.
The undead in the sword pavilion, the soul under the sword. The broken body and the meandering weeping song.
I give everything I have just to you.
Is it me or you who is guilty?
The beauty is mine.
The tears are mine.
The obsession is mine.
The evidence under the white gauze is mine.
You are mine.
But that's all.
Second sister,
What do you need to do before you are willing to love me. .