Endless love, hate and sadomasochism,
Endless cruel battles!
There is laughter, there is blood and tears.
Love, in the innocent time, turns into a sad and beautiful song, like the tragic death of cherry blossoms!
"I don't remember who told me that we will get married under the fragrant sunshine of Provence lavender. You will always treasure the blood I shed for you, put on a wedding dress for me, and promise me a lifetime of happiness.
The butterfly engraved on my chest is the knot you tied for me with cruelty and death that can never be untied. The brand burned in the chest, burning all the sorrows and resentments into a pile of ashes. "
Let us pay tribute to our lost youth together!