Is everything just the intertwining of sins, or is it the driving force from the darkest place?
Behind the confusing bloody storm, who is singing step by step with flesh and blood...
If sin is false and love is false, then is it true to sacrifice one's life?
There is no justice in the eyes of a genius artist, only the muse.
Concept: Blooming flowers bloom from the cracks in the blood-soaked stone, and the sky finally appears in the fog. Even if there are all kinds of difficulties, we can only overcome them by ourselves.