Then I realized that listening to the lock in the golden cage was not as good as the free cry in the forest.
I want to stand at the same level as you, and I want to wash away the dirt on myself. It's a pity that I looked down on myself and thought I was unworthy, so I pushed you away with my own hands.
If you still love me, please blindfold me and penetrate my empty chest with thorns.
I love you, regardless of life or death, regardless of camp.
Lightning protection: suffer from indifference in the later stage, attack slightly green tea in the early stage; slightly abused
Concept: Illustrated Guide to Ancient Responsibility