We have been prosperous together. That day, my eyes were full of flowers, and you became the only one I wanted to carry. But, I don't know, the flower I thought I could have forever was the sword that killed me hidden in his heart.
When the beginning of love is not pure, can we still have a painless ending?
(To be honest, I really want to drag the label of sweet article over and put it on it, but my conscience does not allow me to do so. Not putting the label of sadomasochistic love is my last stubbornness!)
Intention: A wrong start will not lead to a correct result.
