She was once a proud daughter, crazy about love, she didn't hesitate to stain her hands with blood, and framed innocent people, just to lock him up by her side. A marriage certificate, a bitter medicine, in exchange for a nightmare of imprisonment. He regarded her as a pair of worn-out shoes and hated her to the core. He locked her in a small room in a deep house with iron chains attached to her body. She was accompanied day and night by only coldness and scraps of soup. She humbled herself and begged for mercy, but she didn't know that there was hell under the abyss. When she harbored her last hope, what she received was a harsher slap in the face and endless despair. This is a self-destruction in the name of love, and it is also the most tragic song of atonement.
Concept: twisted love and bitter hate