At that crossroad at midnight, what has he seen?
In the middle that black cloud, what has he seen?
Finally, it arrived; that faint light shining upon me
I prayed it was a dream from where I could wake up
Stay like this and shoot without hesitating. Will that trembling hand shoot that arrow?
There’s no more way to escape. We’ve played this game enough
Every night, in the depths of darkness, a crimson flower suddenly blooms
It blooms to be picked. I pick it because it blooms. But I’m already tired of it
Time passes by, but the dawn doesn’t arrive
In the darkness, a path bathed in a vivid crimson lasts
For whose error I’m being punished?
Your trembling lips, while you recite a spell against evil spirits, are so lovely
Every attempt to escape is useless. We’ve had enough chitchat
Every night, in the depths of darkness, a crimson flower scatters
Scatters because that’s its destiny. I will destroy everything frail, ah, with my own hands
Time passes by, but the dawn doesn’t arrive
Even if I contaminated myself with my own hands, there’s no escape from this black night
Even if I were blind, it’d still be the same. My heart is already sealed
Every night, in the depths of darkness, a crimson flower suddenly blooms
It blooms to be picked. I pick it because it blooms. But I’m already tired of it
Time passes by, but the dawn doesn’t arrive
Once again, I disappear in the darkness