Are you willing to live under someone else's roof and suffer torture?
Who do you want to heal your scarred heart, that idiot?
What is the purpose of lingering and gasping for breath?
I have long been accustomed to a person and have long since distrusted anyone, but why is that guy so stubborn and won't let me go?
What? Like it? Is this ethereal emotion really reliable? I once thought how wonderful it was, so I jumped into the flame without hesitation, but what did I get in the end? The only belief that keeps me struggling now is to see that person, that idiot. To me, he is nothing to begin with, isn't he?
But, what's wrong with me now?
Is this... A feeling of heartache?