On the night when you are ill, I will draw red lipstick, red nurse's clothes, red leather shoes, and finally colorful clothes. Gently walk into your room and insert a syringe filled with red liquid into your fair skin.

Become a dead man. Wandering in the space that human beings can't detect, lower your head, look down at the dust room with indifferent eyes, raise your head and reflect on the crimes before your death with sad faces.

Empty souls pass through pedestrians, eyes, eternal indifference, corners of the mouth, eternal ridicule,

Sitting alone on the top of the snow and ice, the frozen soul, looking at the raging snow alone, seems like tears, endless,

I shed blood, stained with snow, and bled for you. It blooms like a manjusha flower on the other side.

Endless years, killing souls, embarrassing to enjoy arrogant loneliness, waiting for thousands of years, meditating for thousands of years, only to understand the horror of the undead, but never comparable to other people's ugly experiences,

Alas, at the moment when my heart stopped beating, I reached out and wanted to leave the sunset on the horizon, but all I got was my soul burned by the sunset.

In the sunshine, soothe your soul hidden in my heart, and I will tell you my promise again. From now on, under the sky, I will forget the sunrise and sunset instead of you, and at night, you will watch the full moon and its absence instead of me.

I will dye the white skirt you gave me with your blood.

I will hold your cold body tightly, because then we can be together forever, right? Honey.

My soul walks on your coffin.

I think of your body.

My death in the coffin was so elegant.

Your dance steps are so touching on the grave.

In the dead of night, my soul takes me to your grave alone to keep you company.

In the quiet night, your body always appears in my rotting mind.

In your gorgeous coffin, there are your elegant body and your rotten dancing shoes.

In front of your desolate grave, you danced moving steps alone in rotten shoes.