This world is full of evil. I see other people's anger, so I am angry too; I see other people's resentment, so I also feel resentful. I was afraid of hurting someone, but no one could judge my sin.
I often wonder why I have to bear this. I want to indulge, but I blame myself for being so fragile and easily deceived. I want to escape, but I am disappointed that the world has been shrouded in malice and there is nowhere to escape.
I was scarred from this solo struggle, and when I looked back, I realized that you never left.
"We are the devil's paradise lost."
"No, we are the tombs the devil has built for himself."
The fantasy version of the romance between humans and ghosts, a pseudo-mythical record of fighting monsters. BG is a serious drama. Buddhism updates, follow along.
Concept: Unexpressed emotions never disappear, they are just buried alive. One day, it will erupt in an even uglier way. ——Freud