watasha hana ka chouchou ka oni ka aware mi mo yo mo araryou mono ka beni no kawari ni sasu no wa yaiba ja tanto homete kudashanse watasha

saku hana saite ureshi ya aware itsuka wa chiriyuku mo hana en wa kireru ga ano ko wa kirenu kirerya jigoku ga fueteyuku watasha karehana oni no tsubomi ja tomete tomaranu irozuku chiiro ja beni mo ano ko mo washi ni wa iranu itsuka tsubomi ni modoryanse

Am I a flower, a butterfly, or a demon? Ah! Should I no longer be concerned about my body or this world? What I wield is not a lipstick, but a piercing blade. Would you be so kind as to give me plenty of praise? I am a blooming flower, happy about my blooming, too. Ah! However, a flower must scatter away at some point. I can sever my fate, but cannot sever that child's life. If I should have killed, only more infernal torture will await me. I am a withered flower, the flower bud of a demon. No matter how hard I try, I cannot stop my being dyed crimson. To me, neither the lipstick nor that child is needed. Someday, please kindly allow me to change back into a flower bud.