――Is this all true? Does it really have nothing to do with him?

The ghostly blue dyed all over it,

The blue is not the pure blue that stains the sky,

It's not dyed with the deep blue of the endless expanse of the sea,

It's a kind of blue that gives birth to cyan,

Is it the blue that grows filthy blue?

It was a ghost born in hell,

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If, he is an object that is rejected,

It's just that I'm burdened with disaster and panic,

but the embodiment of calamity that has come to escape calamity and fear?

Will she believe it?

Why did he have to explain it?

He probably didn't want her to believe all this,

He probably didn't want her to look at him like everyone else.

So why did he still keep his distance from her?

Why don't you let her get too close to you?

What should be cherished is of equal value to what should be passed away.

It's not that easy to do.

It's not something you can understand if you want to understand,

It's not something you can dodge if you want to.

The death of a person can be a natural death,

It can also be an unnatural death.

And their fate,

He asked her: Will the stone break?

She replied: It will be broken.

He suddenly smiled.

She felt horrified.

His pleasure was always with that incomprehensible pleasure of very fright, that cut through the pain of the heart,

It was an electric current, a kind of near-death pleasure that threatened human life.

She involuntarily held her breath,

But in the midst of her inability to breathe, she felt some flowing liquid, was it blood?

In her mind, she fell into the ocean,

She sank into the sea, and could not breathe,

She looked up with dying breath and weakness,

It was his face, but it was a face that was getting farther and farther away from her.

She was in the water, feeling the flow and passing of the blood in her life.