In the fog in the depths of night, Jack the Ripper appears.
Even if you close the door, close the window, and wrap yourself in sheets,
Jack can slip through the keyhole.
The sound of dirty blood splattering,
Bowls spill in droves,
Consciousness fades, and you will quickly arrive at a hopeless death.
And yet, you, as you’re on the verge of death, you hear
And wonder if you saw the innocent smile of an angel.