Before Sunrise (2AM)

once a time I met you. I don't know if it is Cupid's arrow or the magic of the Devil.

It's beautiful and it hurts too. The traces left are the scratch marks of the cat's claw. I don't like him And he doesn't like me either. But why is it that I have only one wound?

Someone told me that The most fairness that the world gives us is unfairness. It's probably the truest in our encounter.