For Love is sacred, for Love is pure. Bearing the misery of us. Bringing along with her all our sufferings. She stepped into the Gate of Hell. Thousands of years she has been embracing us. Binding us in harmony. Modern concept is not a place for Love no more.
What is love?
A volcano ready to erupt. Crows fly high above screaming along with the army’s shriek. The Army of Death. Will we ever stand a chance?
Love stands tall watching the movement underneath. The agents of Love will be with her till the last moment.
What is sacrifice?
Hell is illusion. Hell stinks. Death thinks that he has consumed Love. But Love has dissipated herself to all of us. She has proved eternity.
And this shall engrave onto the Monument of Love.