My lover died, died at the seaside where we made love.
Later, I often went to that beach, but without him, there was only me. Looking at the calm sea, I couldn't feel any waves in my heart.
I protected the people, but in the end I couldn't protect my lover
That day, a corpse floated on the surface of the sea. Hundreds of small fish brought him back to the shore, and I dissected my lover with my own hands.
Motto: Good people always end well