The flowers have fallen.
The roses on the ground were stained with the color of blood.
I don't know, who buried whom?
The roses buried the color of blood,
The blood engulfed the rose again.
Night is coming,
Whose girl is huddled in the corner,
Telling about the unknown
Dark and sad past?
————The dawn will eventually come.
Let the darkness and light roll over, and let the crazy and obsessed humans sing the last song before dawn.
"Song of Death"