Was his departure planned in advance? That's why I wish myself a good dream…
——{Knocking on the triad, a boat that makes for rain. }
——Forever at your feet.
A fragmentary dream. Cruel and sweet. A dream that could break and hurt his entire soul.
There may actually be only a thin layer of fog between dreams and reality. The fog disperses and I wake up from my dream.
But, how can I tell myself that this is not a dream? With devilish lips and crimson eyes that speak of the deepest sins, you stand in the dark hell and wave to me.
The black flower of death smiles tenderly and cruelly at my poor love. If the hell ahead is free, then I think it is perfect for poor people like me.