This is a love story about giving...
This is an elaboration of a humble yet profound love...
Love is like a battlefield. When you lose, you realize that it is a place of execution...
When my whole body is covered with wounds and the pain reaches my bones,
My dear, what is left between us?
Is it hate?
Even more terrifying
It turns out that even hatred no longer exists.
You have become a blank in my memory...
Intention: