You always told me that I was the one who sparkled the most.

But unlike what you saw, I was rotting away from head to toe.

'The rumor that they'll fall in love with you...' I'm going to try it this time. It sounds like a superstitious rumor, but it's because I like you so much. No, because I want to make you mine.

I prepared the drink you like. Even though it's a drink I ground my own gemstone into.

I put on a very bright smile, just like usual. So that you won't suspect anything, since you're surprisingly quick-witted.