Listen, Haruto. I've got another important lesson to teach you today.

The human heart is soft, like a fistful of fine sand. So you must be very careful with how you handle it.

Whenever you speak to someone, gaze deep into their eyes and don't look away, like you're trying to stare into their soul. Then you must smile softly and sweetly. Smile at them warmly, like you love and cherish every tiny thing about them.

Then ask them lots of questions about themselves. Everyone has secrets, and the majority of them are painful. Painful things tend to linger in the heart, you see. Everyone's just dying for someone to ask them about it. Dying for someone to understand them. That's why you must ask them. Agree with them and tell them you can relate. But every now and then, be honest with them and point out their faults. The truth makes people vulnerable. When you say it out loud, it puts them under a magic spell, and they'll start to trust you. At that point, you must coddle them.

Tell them you understand their dreams— and that you're the only one who can make them come true. Make them think you're all they have. Some people will take a while to reach that stage, while others will trust you quickly. But don't let that affect you. Just focus on what it is they yearn for.

Once you get that far, the rest is easy. Grant their wishes and their hearts will flow to you... like an hourglass. It's your job to catch them and hold them in the palm of your hand. It's a very fun little game.. and I want you to play.

（I want Satan in purgatory to envy me…）

Abandoning myself to madness and becoming silent Stabbing at feelings running away from despair and pain Drawing people’s desires, what is the correct answer for us? Pristine like an iroha, it becomes a joke Unconscious, inside out, unconscious, inside out blowin’ in the lose. Progression of loneliness becoming a statement of guilt blowin’ in the lose. The truth can’t be escaped, opposition grows more distant blowin’ in the lose. Progression of loneliness becoming a statement of guilt blowin’ in the lose. The truth can’t be escaped, opposition grows more distant

The desires you spit out So clearly Can’t be hidden By such half-hearted ideals

On the day when someone else consumes you The forbidden fruit is too much to handle

Memories that had departed, like sleep paralysis Showtime where the ending can never be solved

euphoria

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