He loved her, and the torture that tore his soul apart, he could only let go heartbroken, and he fell into hell by himself, like a wounded beast, covering up the scars with bloodthirsty eyes. He loved her, and his crazy pursuit resulted in sadness and desolation. Blowing the trembling sea breeze, he let his soul drift in the world without her. He loved her with indifferent protection and gentle gaze. After giving up, he let tears roll in his heart and stretched out his hand to only grasp the pain of emptiness. She - there are countless burn marks in her heart, like a sobbing ghost hiding in the darkness. Unable to distinguish between love and hate, blood and tears blended together, and the disappearing blank became the coldness of a curse.