As gentle as you, you can stab my body like Shura.
As evil as you are, you can take care of me like an angel.
The gentle you, the desperate you, the evil you, in the end, which one is the real you?
Or have you always been a phantom that can be seen but cannot be touched?
Tears soaked my eyes, why? Don't you want me to get to know you?
Or is it that a cold killer is not qualified to enjoy love?
In this case, then I don't want to live in this suffocating world that makes me heartache. This is my choice to leave. I will look for a killer and show you that you can also be happy...