If a wolf doesn't eat the sheep, either the sheep is crazy or the wolf is in love with the sheep.

I will lose because of your existence......

The person I love the most, you accompany me, it is the greatest honor of my life.

I have wanted to say countless love words, but what I give you is always a joke.

My dear sheep, what is the purpose of my existence for you...... I don't understand, but I should be able to understand that you can't respond to my deep affection for you.

White is the thing I hate the most for me, but the whiteness of your body also makes me understand that I don't hate white, but I hate white that is not on you.

I love you all.

Include your shortcomings.

I can't always understand why you're always melancholy, and I don't always understand why you're always as lonely as I am.

I can understand that your loneliness, my sheep, your great ideals, should be realized.

I used to think that you should have, and you should get, the love of all people, I hate, I hate those who speak out to human beings.

I really don't understand, I really regret it.

You once said that my carefree appearance makes you envious.

I also used to wonder why this is happening.

Obviously, I envy you even more.

My dear sheep.

My dear sheep.

I'm even mad enough to think that whoever kills you deserves to go to the eighteen levels of hell.

But they all lived well. Nor can I punish them with a law imaginable.

They're too evil, and you're too good.

I don't care about their malice.

Because of myself, after all, with my natural arrogance, I didn't eat them is already my greatest restraint for you.

I really hate them, and I really hate you, you shouldn't let go of your body, change yourself, and lose your position as a god.

Let everyone get close to you for no reason.

They, they, can have no scruples about gaining your power, smelling your fragrance, loving, all that you have.

I can't take it.

I can't take it.

I can't! Give you to them! Give it to anyone!

I'm for them! After all, it was full of my greatest malice.

Even though you don't care, I still really think that you should, you must, and you can, do something for me.

Although you have never figured out, and have never figured out, should I stay by your side or not.

You are foolish, my dear sheep.

You're too stupid, my dear sheep.

You're really, too important.

My dear sheep.

In my world, I really can't imagine that there is anything more important than you.

In my long, boring, tormented life, I really can't imagine that there is anyone who can make me happier than you.

I just need, you just need, stay by my side.

Stay with me.

I can feel the endless joy.

When you can accompany me, you can accept me, you can make me understand, I can feel at ease.

I will repay you with all that I have.

I can't say it.

But still, without any scruples, I spoke up.

My dear sheep.

You should also understand.

My dear sheep.

You're always confused.

You are always ignorant.

You're always heartbreaking.

My memories.

I used to tell myself so clearly......

I love ......

I'm in love with ......

I love you so much that I can't respond......

My dear sheep......

You should ...... maybe

Ever understood.