When I was thirteen years old, I lost my parents, and you entered my world.
When I was fifteen, she used a five-second video to make me lose you.
When you were eighteen, you came back, but we couldn't go back.
When you were twenty, you lost your father, and I succeeded in revenge.
Still this year, my heart died.
When the light of the knife pierced you, I ran over involuntarily. I heard the sound of my ribs breaking, but it didn't seem that painful because my heart was already dead.
Motto: Love is powerful