Coffin, if it is the frame of love, I am willing to lie down forever.
Blood-sucking, if it is the pursuit of love, I am willing to inherit it forever.
Darkness, if it is the price of love, I am willing to swallow it forever.
Redemption, if it is the back of love, I am willing to carry it out.
The cross is not fearful, but its shape is too heartbreaking. It intersects but keeps extending in different directions. The love in the blood, only our shackles understand the weight of love in the blood. Only we know...