The sky is being devoured by those red eyes, akin to a crimson flame. The sands of the beach from that very day called out to me in loneliness, as my feet dredged them.
Spirits that are led astray, it's fine to be defiled. If you were to fall, be sure to hide in darkness immediately. Blending sins and punishments together is the objective of judgement.
"Cry Camellia" As the light stretches into the night (within the limits of my oath), it turns into strong flapping wings. Even in a century or a millennium, the "butterfly" deep in the sky. The sign to the truth in my chest (it was carved), the secret inside. It's been decided that it's far from crazy, the "line" feeling of the second hand on the clock. Don't you think so, Camellia?
The black that scorches my lips now, the true feelings that I spoke to no one. Before these hands of death, is life. You know, the first cry of a baby resembles a cry of love. Just merely being frigid. Lodge in this world of hope only for me. Do it over again strongly. Once you step forward onto this thorny path, it is a battle of pride.
"Cry Camellia" If tomorrow doesn't come (as time stagnates), would you soar instead? Probably not, you should just wait for it to soon become history. For the sake of starting to crawl out of this demise. (The bell rings now) I will go and hold up my resolution. "Climax Crisis". Determination. Hey, smile, Camellia.
Offer yourselves, Spirits. I'll permit you to. Cast away the bodies that are broken. Proceed down the right path, where there are no sins and punishments.
"Cry Camellia" The things that will soon disappear (and in exchange), for the things that must be seen. A "Labyrinth" corrupted by a hundred or even thousand years of sound and shape. "Don't Cry Camellia" I am my very own ally. (Betrayal is sweet) Even if the light doesn't shine. That light isn't darkness. Don't you agree, Camellia?