At the end of troubled times, quietly singing
The crimson ballad that has been passed down from the distant past
The whole body is soaked with sadness, the world is rendered in red
replace despair
The crimson color is so conspicuous
I was always alone until the day I met you
Come to me, the bloodthirsty fangs wither along with life.
Playing the part of a gradually collapsing future
Pick up the calling voice
Standing in this beautiful shadow
Self-admiration
The desire for blood is more real than the desire for love,
Longing for love is more romantic than longing for blood.
I stand at the end of time, smiling and watching the whole world burn to ashes.
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