"Blue"
He looked at me with such gentle and heartbreaking eyes: "Why can't you understand, I... I'm not worthy of you at all."
I know that your hands are full of blood, which has created your irreversible fate. Traveling in the dark, what is fatal is not your sharp fangs, but your sad and seductive smile in front of them.
The gears of fate turn and turn, we embrace and dance in the sweet scent of roses, entangled with our overlapping shadows, reveling for today, waiting for the final judgment.