In the boudoir, under the candlelight, there was one more person.
Is it an illusion? Is it true?
Was it his betrayal or jealousy that blinded her eyes.
I don't know why the love arises, but it goes deeper and deeper.
Is there really such a thing as sincerity in the world? A beautiful girl has left her soul, or has the mechanism been exhausted?
All tragedies are ultimately nothing more than "the one you love, the one you hate now."
Conception: