It's been a long time since you, this giant humanoid beast, bared its fangs and claws, and the power of destruction has passed. You have finally tasted the taste of running away in a hurry.
It's been a long time, my love for you has long been sealed in the dreams of my previous life. The curse of fate flows in my blood, and no one can break it. I will use my life to end the killing, and every drop of blood on my body will wash away my evil soul and ferocious face. But I will not accept my fate, even though this is my fate.
You were devastated by my blow. Instead of repenting, you worsened and persisted in your own way. This is your fate and it is also my fault. You have gone to extremes, become bad in debauchery, and become perverted in arrogance. This is your wrong interpretation of love.
What qualifications do you have to accuse me? I said, maybe this is the same depression in your heart. You see the sin hidden in people's hearts, but you can never see clearly the pain of mortals. She is a human or a demon. She will eventually return to dust and disappear from the world. My heart breaks, but this is not the answer I want. You are the light from the sky, high above. You use your love to convey meaning to the world and make fun of mortals. We are supposed to be one, as long as we eliminate the barriers in each other's hearts, but you have never really listened to my crying prayers in my heart.
I saw you crying, but in your eyes all living things are as dead as grass, and death is not worth pity. The darkness makes me feel horrible, and you will eventually turn into ashes, but it also makes me feel pitiful for you.
It was you who made me fall, and it was you who awakened the unspeakable desires deep in my soul. Now having nothing is my fate, but it is by no means the end. You are possessed by the devil, and that sound is the death knell from hell!
