I transformed into a butterfly. I walked numbly among the crowd after going through many hardships, feebly accusing someone of someone's ruthlessness. Injured, I ran away from love in embarrassment and licked my wounds alone, but put on an inscrutable face. That person made me love, hate, think about, and finally lose. I said I no longer believe in love.
In fact, tonight, when I looked up at the night sky alone, I found that I was always attached to and longing for love.