[In this February, the monster who longs for emotion, who has been with death all his life, finds tenderness.
[In this February, a traveler who is indifferent by nature, has been wandering all his life, and has learned to take souvenirs.
This is a rhapsody exclusive to February, warm and sincere.
The copy must be changed!
(I changed my pen name, I was killed once before)
Intention: love