The first time I saw her was a dark night.
I fell on her bed.
The world at that time had not yet broken away from feudal rule.
And in the years that followed, she and I watched side by side as this dirty land transformed and reformed bit by bit.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the cold moonlight under the dark night and the unchanging decay hidden behind it.
I love her, but I can only watch her taste the lingering loneliness all day long.
I have no regrets, so I will accompany her through these long years and taste the coldness that goes deep into her bones with her.
Just like before, swallowing the warm blood.