The so-called love is nothing more than a long song repeated over and over in an absurd nightmare.
The so-called separation is nothing more than a sword flash that no one cherishes in a prosperous opera.
Since there are people to continue their romance and sorrow, those frost blades and scarlet clothes are no longer our stories, and who will look back with pity.
There is no sword in my hand, only a cup of loneliness, which is better than wine.
Conception:
Because there is no RP...