Maybe everything that happens in this world is a dream, the most desired fantasy deep in the heart. Maybe we are in a dream now. Only by surviving can you transform into a butterfly. I've been through so much with those six people, and everyone is different. But there is always something about me that is similar to them, maybe I am them. How could it be? Is life and death between us just a fantasy... Then since it is a dream, don't let me wake up, okay...
I will keep my body until it is burned to ashes and then I will take her back.
I will keep my name until it is finally forgotten and then I will take it back.
I will keep my promise until she is completely violated, and then I will take her back.
I will keep that butterfly until you let it go and I disappear.
I will take away my tears and never see her weak and helpless again.
I will take away my stubbornness and never see her covered in mud again.
I will take my dream away and never see her childish and absurd again.
I will take that butterfly away, and it will no longer be ethereal and nearby.
Purpose: Only by living can you transform into a butterfly.