Every time you try to use reason to analyze our emotions, you dissect a heart that has stopped beating. We are destined to be entangled to the end, not because of love, but because we have nowhere to escape except the cage we have built. We are all trapped in the maze of lies weaved by ourselves. While we are eager to escape, we can't help but continue to add to each other. You can always accurately touch the place where my defenses are weakest. Is this talent based on love or the instinct of a hunter?
Intention: happiness