Death, death, what a beautiful thing. For someone like me, it seems to be the most beautiful thing that has ever happened since birth.
I was born a sin, and my life is like rotting mud. Who is that dark figure looking at the mirror in a daze? The suddenly shattered mirror stands out against the darkness. His eyes turned around in a daze, but there was no one around.
In a daze, in a daze, what is reflected in the empty eyes? Ah, the mighty god. Suddenly I was dismissive, ah, I realized it, I realized it, the outside of me is a ceramic on the verge of breaking, and the inside of me is composed of a pitch-black turbid liquid. What do you think of me who is about to collapse?
I hate it, I hate it most, the thing called me.
Death, gently kiss the back of your hand, so pull me away from this collapsed world. This is my only petition in this life.
Li Yi: Do you... Really think that... Is me?