◎供稿:Ciel
In front of the goddess of justice
I will be brought to trial
The sharp sword cut me in half
Heaven on the right
Hell on the left
Balance my body
Even blood spilled out
I have to pick it back one drop at a time
When there is only a trace of temperature at the fingertip
Absorbed by cast iron
I finally handed over the last handful of rice
No one cares about my life
What they crave
Only absolute justice