Rain, how beautiful! Let's dance a trembling waltz and eulogize death! What did you say?/Sorry?
Do you like the smell of blood, too Or-this gorgeous body is your masterpiece?
There is a line of defense in people's hearts. Fear and death are the iron hoofs of aggression. When they capture the last line of defense, the country will collapse completely.
Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
Eternal women lead us upward.
Your eyes, my hands, we are like rangers, singing a song of triumph, together to eliminate crime and chase criminals. ...
Killing disaster, that's not my sin; It is my sin to meet you. ...
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? What's written in that pupil is not the desire to kill. But like a blank sheet of paper without wrinkles, it is blank and calm. As if to say, come on, come on-draw the lines of my life with your death.
Whether you are right or wrong, I will protect you. Whether you are good or evil. Whether you degenerate or sublimate. Even if I give up everything about myself, I will protect you. Because I know. Everything is my fault.