I grew up without a father and grew up without a mother.
Those who were kind to him would be sent to hell with his own hands.
The girl he fell in love with at first sight jumped from Tokyo Tower.
The boss who stole girls from him and led him through life and death drank dragon blood and turned into a monster so ugly that he had no friends.
The last one left, his first love, his lover, his little princess...
Life is in the wind, as weak as a candle flame.
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In the end, it hurts too much. The next generation of children will live in the sun, but people will never know the death. I hope they are well in another world.
In the end, it hurts too much. The next generation of children will live in the sun, but people will never know the death. I hope they are well in another world.