It keeps cutting... It keeps getting messed up... The more I want to escape, the more I will be bound.
In the end, it can only become a dead knot, because it is destined...
Destined to be inextricable from the very beginning of our encounter...
""If possible, I really don't want to meet you..."
"As long as I'm glad I met you"
""I fucking hate you! ""
"Me too, but I love you more, haha."....