In the field of wild flowers blooming wildly, two teenagers were imagining the future, looking up at the stars and expressing their true feelings, their love buried beneath their flamboyant faces.
Perhaps God holds grudges, and the two people who love each other are not allowed to embrace each other. The thousands of years they have been separated by conspiracy are the darkest color and the most difficult suffering.
Why does the Emperor of Heaven, who is praised by everyone, always carry this stone with him?
The secret inside may only be known to him who is despised by thousands of people...
"You... Hate me?"
"Hate..., Of course I hate you! I hate that you never came to me when you were in such a situation, hate that I thought you would have a good life, hate... That I am incompetent, heartless, heartless, and unrighteous."
"It doesn't hurt, don't cry."
Intention: Evenly matched