I remember his eyebrows, the feel of his skin,
Remember his first smile.
I am entangled with desire, and greedy with entanglement.
He's addictive to me.
Let me, I have no choice but to do it.
If you think this is a decadent and meaningless love story, you can only blame me for using too many artificial words.
If you think this is a horror story about a morbid woman killing people and dissecting their bodies, you can only blame me for my frivolous whim.
Forgive me for all my pretentious behavior,
I just hope that a poor woman can also have bright thoughts.
Conception: