I blame myself for only remembering the belief of "knowing that you can't do it", but forgetting how foolish it is to "believe in it when you know that people's hearts are hard to change". My solitary courage has ultimately ruined myself. In the next life, I will pay for it with your blood and tears. Today, I use my heart as a sacrifice to curse you to immortality and eternal love... But now at the end, who is sorry for whom, and who can tell clearly?
Intention: Is it love or unwillingness?