There is only one step between hope and despair, and we are not afraid of death. Under the shroud of darkness, who knew that a girl with a bloodthirsty face who was killing people in the crowd would hide in a corner and cry in a deserted corner. The memory cannot be erased of you, your bloodthirsty, your cruelty, your gentleness, your indifference... I gradually accepted all of you, I gradually lost myself, and gradually understood that I had never been myself. You left the world one by one, but it was all because of him. The guilt enveloped me. Wait for me, I am here to accompany you. Only you must live well. Faintly in love, facing each other with affection, when I turned my back, you never left. The wings of the butterfly are scattered, and you can no longer find me... "Do you believe that there is love in disguise in this world?"