Remember, the place where I sowed the seeds of affectionate words that you offered?
Remember, how I said that the sprouting seeds would soon bear the exceptional fruit of our magical happy ending?
Alas! At that moment, little did I know that your love for me was the result of the bet you’ve had with your friends.
You sure did win the bet, but you failed me, and along with that you failed love!
Anyway, I don’t really know if you’d want to know what that place looks like now, but it is all barren and love-cracked.
Of course, except for the area where seeds of words I thought were true, were sown.
Well, there, in that area, a story grows.
A story of betrayal!