All monsters and ghosts have no dreams. I probably don't have much time left.
I heard them asking me one after another, without any emotion: "Do you regret it in the future?"
Without the demon pill, how can I have the dignity to call myself a monster again?
He said, "Cut off your sword-wielding right hand and let me go."
They say fallen leaves return to their roots, so I am willing to die where I started.