Under the dark moon, the blood roses bloom enchantingly in the dark tombs, and the black figures on the sycamore trees.
The existence of sacrificing the soul with life; dyeing the sky before dawn red with blood.
The river at the end of the forest flows with eternal light.
The full moon on the night of the werewolf, a harbinger of escape.
The corners of his mouth were as red as blood. In the end, is it death or moon-loving resurrection?