I pretended to be a master in the years of disaster.

In the days of the disaster, I pretended to be the Master, and the clothes were worn out, and I met her with dignity in the middle of the night, and she was a girl who had taken refuge, and she looked in the dark, and she was in the dark room, and I sorted out her messy hair, and her fingers were gently on my shoulder, and the two of them were breathing in the wrong place, and the candles were pulling closer and closer, and she shuddered and she didn't push out, and I came over, and my hand was stuck in her waist, and the air was full of obnoxious temperatures, and she whispered, and I was just smiling, and the door was ringing, and her heart was beating.