You once wrote something like this: "I'm sorry, please don't remember that I made you so sad.
Please don't light the lamp. Ten million. I won't set a fire. You said you wouldn't like boys who have liked other girls.
I will still wait, waiting for the day when you who hate me so much can say to me who is so disgusting: I am back. "
You who said this were actually put off by me first. This kind of you always makes me full of guilt, but in the end it was you who set off the fire and didn't wait for me anymore.