Am I a flower, a butterfly, or a demon? Ah! Should I no longer be concerned about my body or this world? What I wield is not a lipstick, but a piercing blade. Would you be so kind as to give me plenty of praise?
I am a blooming flower, happy about my blooming, too. Ah! However, a flower must scatter away at some point. I can sever my fate, but cannot sever that child's life. If I should have killed, only more infernal torture will await me.
I am a withered flower, the flower bud of a demon. No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop my being dyed crimson. To me, neither the lipstick nor that child is needed. Someday, please kindly allow me to change back into a flower bud.
Am I a flower, a butterfly, or a demon? Ah! Should I no longer be concerned about my body or this world? What I wield is not a lipstick, but a piercing blade. Would you be so kind as to give me plenty of praise?
I am a blooming flower, happy about my blooming, too. Ah! However, a flower must scatter away at some point. I can sever my fate, but cannot sever that child's life. If I should have killed, only more infernal torture will await me.
I am a withered flower, the flower bud of a demon. No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop my being dyed crimson. To me, neither the lipstick nor that child is needed. Someday, please kindly allow me to change back into a flower bud.