A night, a man, a lamp, a rain, a bullet, a winter, a black tulip.
An encounter gone wrong.
Unable to enter his world, he used shackles to trap him in his own world. As long as he could be embraced, he was content.
But after all, he does not belong to himself. Rather than the pain of not getting it, it is even more unacceptable to watch him go to self-destruction in his own world.
Because I love you.
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