Infatuated attack and arrogance due to favor (base attack and shou) were mainly focused on be online love and deep sadomasochistic love. The dense scars on his body, the strong wind whistling by his ears. When I was the most embarrassed and depressed, I only remember what he often said - you don't love me! Unfilial! Asshole! Short-sighted! These are labels I can't wash off! Parents! Younger sister! Brother! Who am I sorry for? I didn't hesitate for a moment when you said I would take you away, and I still couldn't refute you when you said I was cowardly. I have tried my best to love you. How else can I love you? Or tell me directly. I still remember the first time I met him, a clean young man with sword-like eyebrows and jet black eyeliner. In fact, the sharp-looking boy can't do anything but act softly and cutely in my arms. I just went astray and went too far, and I couldn't come back. No complaints or regrets. But he told me - you don't love me
Concept: Love is really sad