Zetsubou Plantation

The darkness that falls on the laughing lips, does it desire an abyss that nobody will ever know about? The moonlight that burns the poem of death

The flowers that bloom even in the wasteland seen with clouded eyes
Red, black, just dark

Drenched, melting, swirling
Watching over the breath of life
Faintly fragile, still blooming, unknown
The small bud trembled
Despair plantation

By the pond where the stars return, if you breathe in the sleeping buds
The true moon begins to shine, the night is dyed red

Hidden in the seductive scent and elegant petals
That freezing gaze

Withering, fading, still shining
Witnessing the end
Swaying, touching, showing, piercing, shining
Welcoming the many ends
Despair plantation

In the endless land
Exceeding the limits of life

Drenched, melting, swirling
Watching over the breath of life
Faintly fragile, still blooming, unknown
The small bud trembled
Despair plantation

If the flowers fill up and go
Eventually, that place will become paradise
Night and morning exchange glances
The scent of decay, the time of awakening