I know I'm a monster, but you always say that I'm here to seduce you. You say that because of my smile, it's hard to find anyone in the world who can compare with me. So you are willing to let those things and those people pass away at will. Did you remember what the monk said? He seemed to think that I was not a good person, but it turned out that you were the one who was angry.
In ancient times, we saw maple leaves. I like the red drops of blood, the last burning before withering. When the fallen leaves were left in my palm, I felt life, but I threw them away casually. But I didn't mean to
I saw you pick it up, put it in a book, and put it on the table. That book has never gathered dust since.