Love is life fulfilled, just like a wine glass filled with wine. ——Tagore The girl recited ancient poems. The sunlight shone on her colorless hair, turning it into a dim yellow; the moonlight reflected in her blue eyes, curling up the shimmer. The air rippled, and her figure sailed into the distance. * "Colorless hair is a curse, blue eyes are a blessing, and I accept God's will to find feelings, which is... The so-called love." "God said that if there is love, there will be tears. If I have tears, it means that I understand love." "In many cases, you can say that I am cold-blooded or that I am unjust. I am not a human being, so I don't understand the filth of the world." I love this girl, so I want to dye her pure white color. She is free to do as she pleases.