I had a dream that there was blood all around me.
A name is calling out in the darkness, who is it?
Here we go again. I always think about that woman, the woman I can never touch again.
It was me who turned her into sand. I can't tell whether I love or hate her. I know that I will pursue her figure forever, until the end of this long life, to the end of this dark world.
I seemed to see her smile again, evil and poignant.
Conception: