The Rebel Next Door - HAZE

When the silver moon shined, the clouds disappeared and the wind stopped; I stopped running and turned to look at the swords in their hands. The swords were stained with my blood, and their hateful glances seemed sharper than the darkness of the night. Without knowing the reason, I had run my whole life aimlessly, and now it was time to drop the heavy mask that had been placed on my face. I never had anything to lose, so what was I afraid of all this time that I did not live life? The wind began to blow again and I released the dark spot of my soul. Whatever it wants to be.