I thought I could risk my life for the one I love, but I was wrong. I am a mortal at heart after all, and I wish you could love me as much as you would let a mortal die for her. I stubbornly believe that your smile towards me is not entirely false, but how could I forget that all your coldness and tenderness are just to pluck the dill flower from my heart as soon as possible.
So what about humans, so what about immortals. Destiny has made me a demon, so I want to be happy and at ease, and no longer want the obsessive love in this world.