The one riding a horse may not be a prince, he may be a demon; the one with wings may not be an angel, he may be a vampire.
"Whether he is a prince or not, I am destined to fall deeply into it.
Because it was he who made me know that the wildness in running is the taste of love.
Regardless of whether he is an angel or not, I am destined to perish.
Because it was he who let me know that the dizziness of falling is also the taste of love.
In the wind, he spread his black wings, and his deep eyes were as enchanting as a fairy. Tiptoeing lightly, he took me flying towards hell, towards a country that did not belong to me.
Because we always firmly believe that in the motto of love, there is no separation...