I fell in love with a person, a very warm person.
During the days I knew him, every day seemed to be bathed in warm sunshine.
Until he died.
For the first time, I hated myself so much, why I had such power, why I couldn't save him even though I had such world-destroying power.
I tried again and again and failed again and again. I don't understand why that world just won't let me save him.
Later I understood that it wasn't that the world wouldn't let me save him, but that I threw away the chance to save him from the very beginning.
If I didn't have the power and restraint, I could save him. But without the power, I wouldn't even meet him.
Ah ah ah, this is really, really...
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