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…