こんな悲しい夜は、涙を流せばスッキリするのかもしれんが、まさか泣きはらした顔で当直する訳にもいかんしなぁ。そんな病院待機中の夜。
I am a cogwheel of the fate.
I've already fired furnace of my heart,
And kept blood and tears in crucible of my brain.
Criticism is my hammer,
And organ is my anvil.
Withstood too much pain to realize ideal.
No Need to Hope
Nor Known to Hope
I have no regrets. This is the only path.
Create the lance to penetrate someone's grief.
So as I pray ——
“Unlimited Blood Works”