On that day, everything has changed... Me who hates, that person who pierces over and over again... I am hated, it is sad, it becomes terrible when i think that it is known to him.

However, that person keeps requesting anywhere.

My body begins to feel such a violence dear gradually. The shape of that person forcibly engraved, having begun to become my shape, i knew it. The reality that seems to laugh at me who i fell in love with so badly... the ugly fact that was hidden...