Half a Rakshasa, half a pale face.
The half-mask couldn't hide the indifference in his purple eyes.
A lonely flute, dressed in white, the grudge between two lives.
It didn't belong to this sad story, but it got involved by accident.
Even though he knew everything, he wanted to change the outcome but was helpless.
Maybe some things really shouldn't exist, like memories, like dreams.
He deceived everyone word by word, and also deceived his own heart.
I lost my original wish because I can never go back.
People you shouldn't meet and associate with, things you shouldn't have.
It's a disaster. Once you break in, you can't escape it no matter what.
Many years have gone by, and everything from beginning to end, happiness, sadness, reunions, and partings, can never withstand the passage of time.