The fleeting starry sky, the faint light caressing your hair. The chain of time wraps around my waist. You are the star high above. I open my hands, but I can no longer touch you. Cruel and cold, hiding gentleness deep in his eyes. The love that was destined at the first sight has experienced many disasters. The love that spans thousands of years is just the moment when you and I pass each other. The stars and flowers are extremely gorgeous and the sadomasochistic love is deep. You are the devil. . . Still an angel. . .