The blood on my body blooms like a black rose
How many people know the truth buried in blood?
The white skirt was dyed black
The pure white wings turned into a color like black roses
i don't know who i am
Deep in my memory, someone once called me Greya
I have nothing
All I have are fragments of memories
Have you heard the sorrow in the abyss?
I've been waiting for you to wake me up
Even after centuries