- 50，月光下，咒语浮上你的嘴唇
Curses fall from your lips, and the moon smiles.
Those curses come from rubies forged in fire.
Curse again, your words caress my heart
Like a breeze that stirs the petals of a flower.
仿佛是烈火煅烧的宝石，
在微笑的月光下，咒语浮上你的嘴唇。
仿佛是微风拂过花瓣，
那咒语声声抚慰着我的心。
鍏崄涓�瀛�