watasha hana ka chouchou ka oni ka
aware mi mo yo mo araryou mono ka
beni no kawari ni sasu no wa yaiba ja
tanto homete kudashanse
watasha saku hana saite ureshi ya
aware itsuka wa chiriyuku mo hana
en wa kireru ga ano ko wa kirenu
kirerya jigoku ga fueteyuku
watasha karehana oni no tsubomi ja
tomete tomaranu irozuku chiiro ja
beni mo ano ko mo washi ni wa iranu
itsuka tsubomi ni modoryanse
English:
Am I a flower, a butterfly, or a demon?
Should I no longer be concerned about my body or this world?
What I wield is not a lipstick, but a piercing blade.
Would you be so kind as to give me plenty of praise?
I am a blooming flower, happy about my blooming, too.
However, a flower must scatter away at some point.
I can sever my fate, but cannot sever that child's life.
If I should have killed, only more infernal torture will await me.
I am a withered flower, the flower bud of a demon.
No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop being dyed crimson.
To me, neither the lipstick nor that child is needed.
Someday, please kindly allow me to change back into a flower bud.
