The fetters of blood, the smiling face made of burning roses, the smell of blood, looking for body temperature and blood, looking for the same kind. (vampire)

Death solidified beauty, diluted ugliness, amplified guilt, and turned the moment into eternity. They maintain a noble lineage and regard depravity as a kind of sublimation.

The air is filled with the scent of blood, attracting and tempting, black night, red moon and secretly blooming roses. Crows sing the songs of the dead, bats fly to the bone, eternal night, charming night, may roses bloom on the sickle of death.