Born on the other side, flowers of hell, blooming without leaves, long leaves, falling, silent, red as fire, only the sigh of the Forgotten River... Do you believe in fate? I believe, I believe you will still find me, I believe that even if everything can be erased, it will still leave a faint mark. If there is an afterlife, I will offer you a glass of wine from afar, because I care deeply for you, because of your pretense, because of our unattainable hope!