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This is a tribute to love written by a dream chaser. If a love dies, can it come back again? My heart is dead, can you still revive it? When the promise disappears in the wind, how should I face the bleak truth? My love ended in vain, and its obituary was posted in the streets. I am not a poor person, and you don't have to look at me like this. My love letter has been lost in the depths of memory.

The forbidden ritual of the blood clan for thousands of years has been opened. Can she escape this bloody reincarnation after being involved in the turbine of destiny? In the dream that opens on the night of the last quarter moon, whose sweetness is brewing, whose nightmare is precipitated, who is dedicating the future as a sacrifice of love, and who is crying in the dark night? Whose voice is pale but never gives up praying - with blood as an alliance, I hope my love is safe. --And I just want your blood, to the point of greed. --The whiteness of snow and the redness of blood transform into the eternal scenery in our eyes.

The forbidden ritual of the blood clan for thousands of years has been opened. Can she escape this bloody reincarnation after being involved in the turbine of destiny? In the dream that opens on the night of the last quarter moon, whose sweetness is brewing, whose nightmare is precipitated, who is dedicating the future as a sacrifice of love, and who is crying in the dark night? Whose voice is pale but never gives up praying - with blood as an alliance, I hope my love is safe. --And I just want your blood, to the point of greed. --The whiteness of snow and the redness of blood transform into the eternal scenery in our eyes.