On a blood-red night, the gears of fate began to turn. He took away my love and everything about me, but gave me exhaustion. Hate taught me that love is a waste of no value. I really want to rest, forget everything, stop disturbing my chess piece, I am tired, but when all the truth comes to the surface, I have never hated my cowardice as much as I do now. If everything has never happened, can everything really never happen?
Love or dislike
To hate or not to hate
Haunted by this blood-red night sky
"I won't give up, and I guarantee you will follow the salary and make one chapter a day"