My life ends at night, and my new life also begins at night.
Those bloody dances in the dark night, you once quietly told me like a bedtime fairy tale.
You say I am your child. You appreciate my pampering, indulge my cowardice, and allow me to be greedy and lustful.
Why do roses always bloom quietly? Why can I never see your heart clearly?
Rowlett, you once said that you would walk with me through countless centuries and drink countless glasses of wine with me.
——Perhaps, this seemingly sincere agreement is itself a sad promise.