His surface ruthlessness is deeply buried with a fiery boiling point.
Snow-white indifference, empty eyes, like his heart
He no longer knows what is true and what is false.
It's clearly right in front of you, but it's so far away
Is it really that hard to accept him?
Since you can't get something
Then we have to use the whole city in exchange.
Would you like to?
Even if you hate it,
I also want to see my figure in your eyes