When the last tile falls to the ground,
When the last drop of blood dries,
That once glorious palace,
The appearance of an era has quietly faded away.
I vaguely saw the star-catching platform swaying and falling in the night wind.
I know,
There is the source of hatred,
But it holds my best memories there.
There he is,
He who once captivated the country, who once had a smile as bright as a flower,
You can ignore the country and the country,
Just for him.
However,
This is all a thing of the past.
Looking at the beautiful woman in front of me,
He became so haggard, but he still managed to smile.
His eyes seemed so determined.
Finally,
The curtain in front of the temple was lit.
The blazing flames are burning, and he dances in the fire,
Still so beautiful.
I held him in my arms and felt the last trace of tenderness.
Maybe it's God's destiny,
Defeated, still defeated,
Although dead,
But with him,
That's enough.
————Original author: Impure Black [Slightly modified]