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Ahh
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ah,
perhaps
Maybe it's already over.
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I want to cool down as soon as possible. I keep stuffing in useless words, but the words will inevitably come out. People don't change easily. It would be better to quickly cut off my feelings and leave. Otherwise, when you come back after a long time, you'll be a completely different person. Thank you so much for playing in my hands all this time. I'm so tired of it, so I'm going to prune the branches now. I can imagine you crumbling helplessly if I cut the red thread that was hanging from your thumb to your little finger, but my heart doesn't hurt anymore. How funny is that? That you could be broken so easily because of one person. Isn't that right, Han Yeo-ju?
No one has ever gotten too deep in my life. They come close, think they've already arrived, are happy, and then quickly sink back down. Meanwhile, I go deep in and out, coming and going freely. I give them my affection vaguely, but then I always make them feel uneasy. One of those victims was Han Yeo-ju, and I didn't mean to, but it was exciting. It felt like I had gained unnecessary power. I squeeze and release people's hearts, making them tremble with sorrow. No matter how many times I talk about it, it's still enjoyable.
Why did you meet me like that, you idiot? Is your smooth life going to be ruined because of me? You're persistent, right? I know everything. No, not everything. I know one thing. It's very easy to notice that the hearts that catch my eye every now and then are all directed at me. Every time that happens, I seriously consider whether or not to react. This is the time I spend with you that I put the most effort into. Ah. You don't have to worry so much about sweet words. You can just put together whatever words roll around in your head and blurt them out, so why bother giving yourself a headache? It's stupid. Do you think I'm talking nonsense?
No, my lady.
Even the person I thought was not everyone, or at least the person I thought was as important as this person to me - they are all nothing to me. We meet behind a wall with another layer of frame, but is it really directed at me? No. It must be directed at the me in front of the frame. Always keep this in mind. That is not me. At this point, it seems like there is only fake in my life. But that is not the case. There is truth too - no, there was. Well, there was. There just was.
I often think about wanting to have a huge fight because of love. I don't even start a game I can't win. Even the love I'm having with you right now - which may have already ended - started like that. I didn't know I was this much of a piece of trash. It's not that I hid it well, I just changed. Slowly - as fast as you got tired of it.
It's not that I hate you. It's not that I don't like you either. I don't hate you. I'm just sick of you. That's how it is. If you get sick of a game, you delete it. If you get sick of the music you listen to, you stop listening to it. If you get sick of the main menu at a restaurant you often go to, you stop eating it. I got sick of you, so you're no longer by my side. I'm just sick of you. Do you understand?
Well then, goodbye, my lady.