If life could always be as it was at first meeting, youth would linger in that dazzling sea of butterfly flowers
Laughter carries the sweet scent of osmanthus
His eyes are two different colors, shadowed by a lonely darkness, but he only wants the girl to see their clear blue
And hides his blood-red eyes
The lotus-like boy parts from her, yet stubbornly waits
Only she understands the sorrowful melody
When I turn around, that person is standing where the lanterns grow sparse
I find him and think we can hold hands and grow old together
Never knowing that the darkness of blood has already locked him in its grasp
A vast conspiracy descends upon their happiness
And everything vanishes like a bubble
Could this love become a memory? Yet even then, we did not understand
Like this, the lotus-like boy silently experiences a hot spring of blood
Like this, falling in love
Like this, falling into the abyss
It will have a good ending, right?