The cross is the token of love you once gave me. You once looked into my eyes so affectionately, but in the end, when the cross was stained red with blood, you said to me: I don't love you!
I once told myself that I should believe you, but you looked at my tears over and over again, but cruelly turned your back to me. I knew you were a devil, but I used the cross to tell myself that you are my angel——
If I were not a so-called God, would you love me more? But if I was not a God, would you love me again?
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