I'm living in the future. He lives in the past. We're on a parallel world but in some reasons, in unordinary way our lives met. I know that all of this is just temporary. No matter what I do, I will leave him. He will be left once again by me. And I will die. AGAIN.
A HUMAN BEING? OR AN UNKNOWN IDENTITY? WHAT IF THE PERSON YOU LOVE CAN'T BE YOURS, AND YOUR HEART IS JUST AN IMAGINATION OF YOUR BEING. I might seem heartless because of my cold appearance I might seem dark because I'm covered with thorns But don't worry Because pretty flowers will bloom out of me