You are like a cat
Lying greedily in my cold embrace, lazily rubbing my cheek, murmuring coquettishly
you are small and weak
You were about to die at the slightest touch. The night was so deep that your eyes no longer glowed. You were so scared that you tore my clothes. I threw you into my bed, but you struggled and cried.
You are like a blood-red poppy blooming in the quiet night
Your body is filled with sinful blood that is redder than poppies.
There are cries everywhere in the orphanage, but you have never been there. No one knows except me. Your song is as gentle as a nightingale.
I devour you but you pierce my whole heart