Who can decide who is who to whom?

A flower once came.Later, a flower also bloomed beneath the ground.

Pain returns. Judgment repeats.Truth and error blur beyond distinction.

One wisp of soul, one stone, one lifetime of love.Love fell to demonhood, yet the soul remained unmoved.

Blood-soaked glass sears three lifetimes;Moonstone seals a soul in a hundred years of frost.

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