A woman with long orange-red hair,
Fell into her own love, unable to extricate herself.
Forgot that I am a god of death,
I forgot the friendship I once cherished the most,
At the same time, I also forgot what my heart was answering.
Life,
It starts with your own crying and ends with the tears of others, and the process in between is called happiness.
But is it really happiness?
Betrayed by his most trusted friend,
Abandoned by the person he had admired for 100 years,
My hands are covered with the blood of my friends,
This made Milis herself miserable.
Conception: