Surrounded by the legend that separates us, we reach out for one another, treading a hard path.

It all started last fall when I first saw you. You, with your wavy, long, black hair, wrapped in a white dress, stood under the cherry tree at the source of the origin. And yet you were wrapped in an ice-cold coat that forbade me to approach you. The ice-cold shell of a vampire who shines lonely in the moonlight. I would never be allowed to touch you, talk to you or even desire you. But you looked at me with your sad eyes and so I had set myself the goal of becoming like you and betraying my people.

I - the son of Satan would become a vampire and your rising sun.
Rising Sun.