The mysterious vampire who had been sleeping for thousands of years woke up overnight. Except for the thirteen clans. The fourteenth third generation - Wu Xingyueli.
The birth of new power, the power of the flower that travels through thousands of years.
The other shore is not this shore, and the fragrance of this shore is unbearable. This shore is not the other shore, and the flowers on the other shore will not bloom. The curse lingering in my ears. Blood bondage.
I think you should understand, Mokavi, that the real darkness should be flawless and not something that can be foreseen with your eyes blinded by emotion and hatred.
It's a pity that you, the cursed one, have lost the true meaning of darkness.
Hi Miss Alice
あなた Glass のeye で
どんなを
られるの
enchanting られるの
またあたし
こころがけて
flow out
った
The gap between the thorns
memory
Hi Miss Alice
あなたので
who loves
cast げているの
sighいているの
もうあたし
をぐ
Hot tongue
cold cut
でるおも
えない
Still, you do not answer