The blood of the sisters was divided,
So was the face of a demon.

(Asore!)

The big sister was scared,
The little sister was cheerful.
I am both of them.
“I will return.”

49 days after their vows
Underneath the [bad word] willow

(Asore!)

I am a good person.
She is a demon.
Nobody seems to know
About the flower arrangement of the two.

The nightsky became dyed in red
Even the blue soil
If it’s not painted red
She [bad word] 

On that moonlit night,
The sisters will dance.
Looking into the mirror,
The two of us are one.
The last two people left
In the world dyed with blood.
In the end, I promise you
The love of a sister

Take a look at me,
Gentle daughter has grown up.
Nobody seems to know
About the flower arrangement of the two.

(Asore!)

Both mine and her’s
Anniversary of death is tomorrow
This bloodied evening
Where the body was painted red

I am the original.
I was where one life began.
My life was split in two.
Now that mistake will be corrected.

(Asore!)

“What’s wrong, big sister?”
“You are crying tears of blood.”
Did I do something?
Did you do something?

Your body became dyed in red
Even the blue soil
If it’s not painted red
She [bad word] 

With their own hatred,
The sisters danced.
In my own sight,
We have [bad word] only one.
“Forgive me, I drank the blood.”
Which was not to be allowed.
In the end, I sang to you
With love.

On this moonlit night,
The sisters dance.
Looking into the mirror,
The two of us are one.
The last two people left
In the world dyed with blood.
In the end, I promise you
The love of a sister

(Asore! Asore!)