I have a heart.
But it has two ventricles.
The right ventricle is filled with anger, but the left ventricle overflows with bitterness.
There are too many things in my heart, it screams to remind me that my heart is already overloaded and can no longer think too much.
Because I don't have much time anymore. But I don't want you to know, because I want to see your regretful expression. . . . .
——KIRA