fell asleep in his room. He sat, leaning against a cabinet of books, holding the sword that never left him. He fell asleep like this until dawn. This is a killer, a killer who can't even sleep. The fragrance of tatami lingers around. As if he was dead. In front of him was the red-haired man, not him.
The robe came off, and the sharp dagger reminded again: kill him, kill him. Open the yellowed diary and close it again. Tears still slid down. Can't do anything. No, definitely, definitely kill him. Just tomorrow. Tomorrow is his funeral. How can I forget the rainy night before? Sweetness, tenderness, happiness, everything came to nothing.
Done. everything. When he showed his pure white and naked body in front of him, he was taken into his arms. Black hair intertwined with red hair. Cold sword air, cold lips, cold tears. No longer a cold heart. He was, he is now. It was this red-haired boy. Call him a child, a child stuck in the past and no longer growing up. Lingering, still night. Forget killing, forget hatred, forget hatred. Forget everything, only remember the flying red hair in front of me. Why? why are you? It was you who made me lose everything, and you who made me gain everything. What else can I do? Dagger, let it go with him.
The red swirling in the snow, goodbye. For you, and everyone. my love and hate. You protected me, I believe in you. You've protected me, you've done well enough, and I'm going with him myself. The last stroke, solidified on the ten wounds, tears, but forgot to fall.
On the white snow, the dazzling red could not fade away.
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