她闭上眼,素白的手指落在琴弦上,一边轻拢慢捻一边娓娓而歌,几乎是在清唱了:「You drew a line and I crossed it, annoying you on purpose/ Your thorns haunt me, wounded and bleedin' out/ Yeh, it hurts……」
「…Dude, what have you done to me? Lives ruined, bloodshed/ Night after night, I can always see your shadow/ Struggling in the boggy ground, burning down in flames——」
即将沉溺于莫名兴起的惆怅之际,一段如泣如诉的古典弦乐猛地将我思绪拉回,是赤司征十郎在用小提琴演绎『Rose N' Morass』最后的华彩部分——
「…My little rose was broken and tossed in the trash/ Laughingly refused to beg for the murders' mercy/ She set herself on fire like litting up a cigarette, without a word.」