dear Sri Lanka. Nep, every time I hear you, I can't help but turn my face. There are so many simple and plain choices. You don't go. You have to pick the coldest and darkest cell to sit in, and you will die in one sitting.
You could have been an excellent villain, take refuge in powerful enemies, and kill innocent mortals. You can indulge your misfortune and loss. Whoever gets the happiness you can't get, you will destroy his happiness with your own hands
. With a proud head held high, with an indifferent face and a vengeful look, he isolated all his comrades in arms, cut off support and retreat, killed the only old friend who knew you, and leaped into the bottomless darkness.
No one knows, no one knows, the handwriting she is not written for you is hidden in your chest, the respect you maintain for her impure bloodline, the pain you once knelt in the cold wind, the pain you have never been silent No one knows the silent mourning and the courage to overthrow hell
. You are wearing a black cloak that everyone fears and hates.
No one knows that you are the most solid fortress. All your efforts in life are just to take another look at that. No one knows the green almond eyes that stared at you many years ago
, but your heart is the gleaming silver stag, burning yourself in the wilderness and leading the youth to win the light
My dear Severus, may you rest in peace
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