I won't break it. Stop asking. What is this for? My brother gave me a box of musicals and I chose the most beautiful page. Stop asking. What is this for?
At night, I put them by the bed and let my dreams fly out of my bed. Stop asking. What is this for?
I want to give her a cake to eat, give her a cotton-padded coat to keep out the wind and snow, and sing the most beautiful songs together. Do you want to know who she is? Ask Grandpa Andersen-
She is a lady who sells matches.
The vast universe is as cold as iron! You fucking slaughterhouse!
The vast universe, dark as paint! What a pathetic prison you are in!
The vast universe is bloody! You ghosts howling graves!
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I asked heaven, why on earth do you exist?
Heaven is arrogant, and you have no knowledge. We flew west,
I bowed my head and asked, the west is a slaughterhouse.
The ground is dead, don't breathe. We flew to the east,
I asked the sea, and the sea was raising its voice and sobbing. The east is a prison!
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Ah ah! The south is the same grave!
Born in such a dirty world, we flew to the north,
Even a diamond nods will rust! The north is hell!
The universe, the universe, we were born in such a world.
I will try my best to curse you: I will learn to cry in the ocean! "