Throught he darkness and pain.
In these endless nights filled with torment.
The is but one thing that can keep me sane.
An angel graces me and cures my resentment.

Though I may be a rose without petals.
Merely a vine of thorns that lashes out toward hands that once reached out.
There's still one hope for this fading mortal.
Her glowing smile erasing all doubts.

No matter the lies and deceit.
Ayame appears to make me complete.