It started with a virgin red rose,
in the beginning of spring...

I've put my heart out there
again and again...

I've experienced pain,
real pain...

Can't he see
I've already grown close to him...

I'll be your Bella if you be my Edward.
She/He is my Edward...

My sweet angel,
where are you now...

Suicidal thoughts,
racing through my head...

Who are you?
Where did you come from...

The scarlet, wine.
The scarlet scent...

Vampire eyes
are hard and cold...

I use to be,
that sweet little kid...

7:00,
8:00...