Death × Bai Yilu × Yilu Mengying

The sky is filled with fireflies, Dancing beautifully, Flying. He, On the other side of the river, With their backs facing each other. As pale as snow, Red as blood, The splendor of life is fading. It's like crossing the river of death and forgetfulness, Like a burning mandala flower, With little fireflies falling and disappearing. The beautiful and poignant Shura Field. The voice that cannot be shouted, Can't get through the red purgatory, Watching the cruel smile left behind, Disappear like smoke in the fiery red. The world returns to silence, Fireflies, Dancing off-line and forgetting oneself in the endless dimensional space, Always, always, always, dance, Dance. Death. Dance the most beautiful blood dance of your life. In the red prison...