She didn't know when she had feelings for her. In short, if she fell in love, she fell in love. Why shouldn't she be unfair to the world, even if she was infamous for eternity, even if she was scolded for being stupid for a lifetime, so what? I have been trembling with fear since I took this position, walking on thin ice. Only she gave me a hint of warmth... But when did I fall in love with her? Maybe it was the first time we met on a winter night. I pushed away her messy hair and looked at her beautiful face that was damaged by the cold wind...
If the next life is too far away and you can't make promises, it's better to learn to let go of many obsessions.
The fire traces the face and burns out the world. Don't leave me alone and withered in the dream.