Warmth lasts for but a moment, but the cold is endless.

Like how your death-worshipping hometown now sleeps soundly in the blizzard of the long night.

Like how the ocean, haunted by trickery, stirred up stormy waves.

The sky, pierced blind by their lightning spear, spilled blood and tears.

The titans who suffocated the world will also eventually enter death's embrace.

You don't know why life blossoms.

Only because the butterfly of the nether realm has already landed on the searching black tide, on the bloodthirsty blade.

On your fingertips.

I am death.

So, in the land of death, I dare not look at the garden of life.

I fear that promises may be broken after they're made.

Tears may follow after a smile.

And an eternal farewell may follow an embrace.

It's better to have stayed in place and never had anything at all.

Even so, death is not the end.

To walk toward that distant tomorrow, we make a promise.

The fleeing chase journey won't end with my departure.

See you!

We'll meet again on the shores of the west wind.

I gained inspiration from death, and should repay it in kind.

Golden blood truly serves us well.

We should have been strong.

Eventually, we would have stayed alive.

Just treat it like a game of death.

Come with us.

One day, just as we have testified for you, you will be able to testify for yourself.

I wish... that I could go and embrace the world before death comes.

So that the souls of the world no longer weep, and the city bells never cease ringing.

Even if it's just once, I want to use these hands.

To give a wilted flower new life.

Even if the snow eventually melts, I hope you will leave behind a snowflake for me.