This is just a game of chess set up by me. You and everyone else are my chess pieces, so you must die on the chessboard.
I have loved, hated, and betrayed, but in the end I cannot swear to never leave you.
Do you know that behind your smile are my endless tears?
If I leave you, it would be better to die here, letting the tenderness freeze here, and letting the body temperature still remain between the lips and teeth.
If fate had not destined us to become strangers, could I, could I, love you regardless of everything?