Revolution-RPPrincess of the
Navy Blue Country Trembling alone with overwhelming grief, I trace my promise from long ago with my finger.
At the end of the fragily crooked time of boiling hatred, I kiss into the darkness.
(Ah, still hollow, still on the move, crooked, ah, one sin after another, kiss.)
The C R U C I F I E D maiden who became a S A I N T"Kam! Die nacht, kam! Das siebent 'märchen', la la la~"
I planted around your tombstone the wild roses we had found,
hoping that one day you'd be embraced by the flowers.
Unfortunately, in the end, not a single flower bloomed.
If I have to live while faking love, I'd rather die with the truth.
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I promised, didn't I?I would love only you. How can this be...?It is you...! Maidens who died as I... It is truly a sad thing...