The flower is as cold as a stranger's eyes. It's not half soft. It's like the moment when I fell from heaven to hell. It's really like I took a knife and put my heart on the chopping board and chopped it into pieces. It's bloody and painful.

the flower is like a stranger. You relax your hand a little bit in the long night and beg for the passage: "Mo'er, I can promise you anything, but Mo'er, you promise not to leave, stay by my side, and go nowhere!"

in the dark eyes of your long night, people are shocked.

that obsession makes people believe that as long as...