Will you?

You bleed me dry, my dearest...

For your life I give my own,

And in my death, I'll let you live

For innocent desires and lovely lullabies.

On my knees I beg, as I cry and bleed...

For Reaper's scythe is sharp,

And his hands are cold,

But know this, dearest one:

Since I die for you...

... Will you live for me?