She is a rose blooming in the dark night,
It looks beautiful on the surface, but its body is covered with thorns.
She is like a butterfly in the dark,
Without anyone's praise, she learned to be dark.
Her indifference, her cruelty,
Her hands are stained with the blood of her enemies,
In her heart there was only the pain left by her lover.
She struggled alone in the darkness,
The only thing that accompanies her is the scar in her heart that will never heal...
She takes revenge on the world with cruelty,
Wipe the blood on the sword with your fingertips,
She smiles...
So,
People call her——Bloom~Ye~die...