Chapter 4 I love you like the night sky

I love you like the night sky, O pot of sorrow, long silence, Beauty, the more you escape, the more I love you, Your appearance is the decoration of my night, Boundless irony can't be enlarged The distance between my outstretched arms and the blue sky. I strike forward, I climb to strike, Like a swarm of maggots surrounding a corpse, Oh I love you, heartless and cruel beast! Although you are so cold, you look even more beautiful!