Ion and I are the same kind of people. The man's breath is in his ear. I know. The woman said indifferently, but so what. The darker, the more I yearn for the light, the more lonely I am, the more I long for warmth. I know the ending, but I don't look back like a moth to the fire. My sister's blond hair is very beautiful, isn't it? You like it, as long as you like it, I can do anything, including... Death.