The blood left behind by the vending machine, the corpse of a child abandoned in the garbage dump, facing the moonlight, whispering to this left hand [Ah~ I will also be involved in the black whirlpool tonight];
The boy with the wings of light, the judge of the useless, the wings spread by the bird of paradise, are rolling up the torrential waves called May Rain at this moment.
[Pseudo-Japanese light style, please give me some advice