In front of the influx of warmth, the hand holding the knife can cut off anything.
So what if it breaks?
Can letting go make you go further?
Can cutting off wings make them fly higher?
The warmth followed by the bone-chilling coldness,
I don't believe it, it's not true.
If you hate me, hate me to the core.
But if you love me, please,
Don't use me, don't betray me, don't leave me,
If you let go, you will never be able to catch it again.
(Excluding the male protagonist, please proceed with caution if you don't like it)