"Do you know? You are like a butterfly dancing in the flowers - beautiful, dazzling, arrogant, but also like a wisp of paper, so thin, fragile, and overwhelmed..."
That year, you said so.
They live in spider webs, both quietly and ferociously; they are both comfortable hermits and silent killers. Originating from their most bloody and poignant love, even many years later, I am still so cowardly that my spine shivers and I can't sleep at night...
That year, my beauty had not yet dried up due to time, and my temples had not yet turned gray due to the washing of time. That year, with the arrogance of a young man, like a stupid dancing butterfly, with the most attractive color, I fell into your blood-stained web...