Quyou, Quyou, beautiful Quyou,
Sparks bloom, water and rocks melt.
Please come quickly, please come quickly.
Quyou, Quyou, beautiful Quyou,
The iron bird dies and the moon god weeps.
It's going to be born, it's going to be born.
This song again, the song that once entangled my soul like a red devil, actually came to my dream again. I felt that it was constantly devouring everything around me, gnawing at my heart that was almost failing. I struggled, I shouted, I kept running in the dream, but I could never escape the terrifying curtain, until everything turned red, the terrifying blood color!