At the end of the story
I pounced on the fire like a moth
At the beginning of the story
I thought I was your lighthouse.
Can illuminate your distance
Contrary to my wishes, I am an ant.
I shed tears in the dark night
Hello, rose with thorns.
I‘m the clown in your ｓｃｒｉｐｔ.
No, you‘re a thief.
But I‘m willing to accept it.
Cheat and betray as much as you want.
Until I have nothing.
Let me complain about your deceit and betrayal.
This is the end of the story.
We make it impossible for me to walk out of the night.