I saw a lake in a dream. Lakes.
They were so beautiful.
I just want to throw myself into it... xxxxx.
It was much better than where I am, those I am trapped in, have to go through, stuck in. Much, much better.

Cleanse me? Who can? If there werent even any sin, crime to be cleansed at all.
Existence itself is crime.

Nothing to be cleansed. No one can cleanse mir. Maybe no f----s can be corrected, forgiven.

No one can clear the con------ (the de--s).

Wish could s--- there. In it. The limpidity.

雪風: (清理東西中)

休加: 雪糖, 你真是整潔啊.

雪風: (嘆) 休加桑, 麻煩你把這箱搬到廢紙回收那個垃圾箱.

休加: 嗯, 沒問題! 這是舊文件吧?(拿起一張) 噫~~~~! ! 雪糖、這些是我的手稿啊!!!

阿亞: 警告你, 以後不要再偷偷看我和畫我, 偷窺狂. 

休加: 冤枉啊, 阿亞糖...! 我只是全神貫注地看周圍的環境, 並沒有偷窺你啊! 我是光明正大地看的!

阿亞: ...

桂木: 咦, (拿起其中一張) 這是雪..

雪風: (搶過來看) 這麼醜, 明明是休加桑自己, 才不是我 (欲撕碎)

休加: (阻止) 這張我看了你很久啊.. 啊啊啊啊 (飛出窗外)

雪風: ...

阿亞: 我看看. 

雪風: ..

阿亞: 這張留下吧, 其餘的燒掉.