Who are you? Who am I?
The bloody dagger fell, and the hands were covered in blood. Who is this? Is it... Me?
Are you crying? Why are you crying? Is it because... It hurts?
Close your eyes, close your eyes, why, why are you disobedient...
Royal blue morpho butterflies hover in the sky,
Drawing one, two, and three flashing wounds,
The light is dancing,
Who is whose Morpho butterfly, who is whose goddess of light?
I finally woke up.