What you spend your whole life begging for is nothing more than false flowers of the other shore blooming all over the other shore.
All that is exchanged for eternal life is the deception of the black mandala blooming, the hatred that will not disappear, and the love that will not stop.
No matter how long hell is, as long as you are there, flowers will bloom.
Naraku... Naraku... Your name is not my call, but my relief from the pain that drives me crazy.