Black mandala is sin.
Beautiful, coquettish, despite despair, it still exudes the fragrance of poppies.
Just like the simple wishes in youth and the impossible vows.
Just like you standing on the other side, and me standing on this side.
In the night wind, the black mandala blooms enchantingly! Witness this love that never ends.
——Duo, live well, because we will die for a long, long time.