There is a bright red surge of sin in the darkness,
like tears,
It's just that the color makes it hard to breathe,
blood red,
Like his tangled hair,
beset by sin,
There is also the Holy Light that is difficult to break away from.
It turns out,
sin,
It's just my admiration for you for thousands of years,
And those things that have never been forgotten,
The past that remains in vain...
[Snowflakes in Barcelona, flying with the sound of bells]
[The river in Monaco flows slowly]
[Fuya Reed, your faint smile]