In the garden leading to death,
The blood-stained key is inserted into the twisted door,
Hesitating and hiding the truth,
The sight before me was a painful wonder.
Even blood relations are sad,
Tenderness is also a tool to be used,
Hatred is the path to a life of sorrow.
Where is the path to salvation for all unfortunate fates?
The answer disappeared into the silence with the wind.
The wind has blown, in this first and last fantasy,
Let life bloom and let the darkness burn away.
J'espère que vous le bonheur······
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