You are a Crimson Camellia, before the Sun is rising.
Dreamt to bloom beautifully and beautifully surely.
But don’t bloom, withered, fell and rotted
Like a bloody fountain
Your crimes come out
As we live, so must we die
As you commit a crime
So must you received a punishment
Don’t accept
A Stupid question: Why Yes
You scattered… In cold blood.
I was gonna desperately
Become beautiful for them
(Laugh at Them)
Still, they smiled gently to me
For me, for such me
(Don’t look back)
If you say “Need a punishment”
You may rot me so easy
(Your many friends)
But, how will you sublime their desire
Instead of me. Don’t you think so?
I am Crimson Camellia
Not strong as the meaningless blood
Rest on my shoulders
That’s why my body is red like a blood
That’s why I know pain called BLOOD
That’s why I want to lose nobody you killed…
… In cold blood
I just obeyed common sense
And order for us and them
(Laughed at them)
Moreover, no one criticized me,
Threatened me, kill me.
(Don’t look back)
Even if you say “Wrong that you did”
You don’t punish me
(Your many friends)
So, you can sublime never ever
“Their Desire” that you say. Don’t you think so?
I am Crimson Camellia
If you called EVIL to bleed
That’s just hypocrisy
And extremeness of fragileness
You and I are not permitted
To violate The Rule of Life
No, not even all things
Wither when blooming
Fall when withering
Rot when falling
Bud when rotting
Crimson Blood
As we are born, so they bud
As we grow, so they are swelling
As we grown up, so they bloom
As we grown old, so they wither
As we pass out, so they fall
As we die, so they rot
We repeat this. They repeat this too
So, I have taken one flower name
As we are born, so they bud
As we grow, so they are swelling
As we grown up, so they bloom
As we grown old, so they wither
As we pass out, so they fall
As we die, so they rot
Can bud with them again some other time
Please bloom together then
My name is…
