Before I met you, I didn't have too much emotion for anything, because I knew that no matter how happy I was, they would eventually leave me. Only you, only you, I panic, I'm scared. I always want to catch you, but I am afraid of being caught by you. I am obsessed with the sweetness you give me, but I am afraid of retreating into my own loneliness. You said you loved me and I believed you. You said you hated me, and I believed you. We tortured each other to the end. Lying in your arms, looking up at you crying, I smiled. Does this mean you really love me? Tears fell down, but I could no longer wipe them away. In the next life, you promised me your next life. Also, we have been bound by other things in this life, and in the next life, we will live only for each other...