The six demons who are banned from death even if they desperately want to
their heartrending mind gets worse as the
day, year, decades, and centuries go by.
They are still looking for them today.
On the night of the blood moon
they appear.
I want to let my frustration out of the window
I want to let the frustration in my heart out of the window
We all get lost in
the value of beauty.
You're like a serpent.
Walk straight with a blindfold on.
Everything's the same here.
Nothing can go in anymore.
A flower bloomed magnificently
in the bloody world
and under the brilliant blooming moon.
The red smudged moon is still in the sky.
I'm having the window of my heart opened in case she comes.
I hope it still blooms in your heart.
I hope it is fulfilled like the painting of the blood moon.
It's not every day I open the window.
Would you acknowledge my heart? That will refresh my frustration.
Would you come to me before I know it?
Flow with the time.
Flow with the wind (with you).
You are like a flower blooming alone.
A Venus under the moonlight.
I want to let my frustration out of the window
I want to let the frustration in my heart out of the window
Bright moonlight over the window, ya.
I'm dyeing red right now.
It's a dream, a dream has come true.
I'll see you in a dream.
Even that scarlet petal by the window
is like a painting of the blood moon.
I can't die without you.
I want to let my frustration out of the window
I want to let the frustration in my heart out of the window