The fire of life can be extinct. Even in devils.

—I shan't. That fire can't be put to rest.

If you don't turn them off first, with those sea eyes.

—Will you set me on fire then? With those crimson eyes?

I'll pick your fragments when that happens, i can take all that cold and emptiness like mine.

—I’ll deflower then, and you’ll see me crumble until I’m cold an empty again.

To then fall in autumn.