She thought there were good people in the world until her parents died because of her.
She never held a grudge until the love she loved left her.
"I love all things, but all things hate me." She said before becoming a demon.
Looking down at the world, everything was under control, but she no longer knew what happiness was.
The world is a big dream, how many times does life become cool?
At night, the wind leaves are already singing in the corridor, and I can see the brows and temples.