Time passed by, and the boy's white clothes were stained with ferocious scarlet blood.
You once regarded me as a treasure, but reality threw me to the ground again and again.
I once regarded you as a god, even though you have fallen long ago.
Everyone said I was stupid, everyone said I was stupid, but you gently rubbed my hair and comforted me softly: It's okay.
Now that I respectfully call you Master, will you still answer as usual:
I'm here.