I once believed that everything in this world has its own soul, its own spirit, and its own elves who protect it.
I used to tell you more or less... Everything about me
Have you ever heard, heard the cry in my heart, heard the loneliness in my heart
All the people who are with me, please listen to me, don't be afraid, let me open your hearts, set off all this decay, and make the world our paradise.
Do you remember? Do you remember? Remember everything? Remember that time?
Have you heard my cry, have you heard it...
Hmm... That dark-winged butterfly... That bloody rose...