My faith died with the rose.
What is lost is not only teammates and honors,
It's not just petals and corpses that are buried,
Along with his faith also left,
Buried with roses, corrupt.
The sun is never so bright,
The moon has never been incomplete,
Are the ones we have been protecting always loyal to me?
No one knows, no one wants,
As long as faith remains,
As long as everything is fine.
Concept: withered rose