What is hell? She has seen it.
The blood red there will saturate the eyes, tearing out bones and heartache to the point of hoarse crying.
There she was deprived of everything and still lingered, as if she was terminally ill.
How unbearable can love be. It will rot from the depths.
It was she who used the darkness as sunshine to warm her, and she became his only softness from then on.
Therefore, even if she was an empty city, he would not let her go.
Having nothing is the best match.
In this world, you only have me.
This life is too cold, too cold... Just burn it in the fire, leaving nothing behind.
Perhaps only love that is greedy to the extreme can be considered deep affection.