It’s a mysterious, no, it’s a strange thing, it might be a sickness. I have no strength in my body, I can’t control it. These bad symptoms appeared after I met you. I’m left alone on this black night in my room that’s filled with thoughts of you. I can’t do anything and I draw you out as I am in pain all day. Your indifferent face that I can’t figure out makes my breath stop. Your cold eyes digs into my heart, cutting deeply through the center. If I don’t cure this wound, I might die, I might go crazy. I don’t know what will happen. The sickness that is you, the worse it gets, the more exhausted I get but the only medicine is you.