Crimson Camellia - Megurine Luka

You’re 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 receive a punishment
Don’t accept a stupid question, Why, yes
You scattered…
In cold blood




I was gonna desperately become beautiful for them,
laughed 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 sublimate their desire instead of me, don’t you think so?




I’m a crimson camellia, not as strong as meaningless blood
Rest on m shoulders, that’s why my body is red like 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 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 hypocrite, 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 grew 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 grew old, so they wither
as we pass out, so they fall, as we die, so they rot




Can bud again with them some other time,
please bloom together then

My name is…