Benibana No Otome Uta
Otome Youkai Zakuro
The Maiden's Song of Benibana
I am a flower
A butterfly or a face
Pity and grace
Ara Ryo's thing
Instead of red
It's a quick sword
Praise me a lot
I am a blooming flower
I'm happy to bloom
Pity someday
The flower will scatter
The circle is cut
That child is not cut
If cut, hell will increase
I am a withered flower
It's a demon's bud
Stop and don't stop
It's a colorless color
Neither red nor that child
I don't need it
Someday return to the bud
