◎供稿:Ciel

In front of the goddess of justice

I will be brought to trial

The sharp sword cut me in half

Heaven on the right

Hell on the left

Balance my body

Even blood spilled out

I have to pick it back one drop at a time

When there is only a trace of temperature at the fingertip

Absorbed by cast iron

I finally handed over the last handful of rice

No one cares about my life

What they crave

Only absolute justice