"Reading the Bible"
Under the arrogant light
The breaking sound of the sun is clearly audible
Holmes revealed his warm face Smiling faces
Rising from the paper
Hovering in our minds
The pure white time has become scarce
And you Reading, reading, reading
So great, yet so melancholy
Stop it, have you ever remembered that short trip to London
It’s already been another An unnecessary savings
When the moon emits a strong musty smell
My friend
Do not fall asleep or feel tired
Please put your reason in your pocket
Look, the god in Osaka is still tired
Holmes’ wine has already been filled
Invite you to have a drink and meet each other
The snow outside the window has passed
And you will sink into the past
Intoxicated in the Bible
Sherlock Holmes
Our puzzle has not yet arrived
To trigger a burst of laughter from the male protagonist
The only clear person in this foggy city
Addicted to cocaine, never read Mrs. Browning
"This is dangerous," Professor Moriarty instigated
He was gentle and like a wise man
But it’s more vulgar than a novel
We all know this is a dangerous confrontation
The Bachelor’s Violin from 221 Baker Street
The secret of a group of little dancing people
The notes of the setting sun need to be more delicate
Next is the meticulous collection in the gloom
Then, the tobacco shreds in the Persian slippers are still There
Watson and Mrs. Hegson are still there
As we all wish
The towering forehead was resettled in front of the fireplace
One night in 1895 we were destined to be whipped with horsewhips
Everyone has a sinister appearance that makes him beloved
All the citizens of London are grateful to Sherlock Holmes
Irene Adler does not love
3. Agatha with blond hair and blue eyes sparkling with innocence
Shylock with black hair has gray eyes Hanging with sadness
Blonde-haired Agatha sitting in the grass covered with daisies
Waiting and waiting
Waiting for a black-haired Sherlock
Send a flower like a knight
A flower with a slight smile
Agatha with golden hair plays with her soft curls
Smiling and smiling
Waiting for a black-haired Sherlock
The sun sprinkled the countryside
The breeze rustled the leaves of the elm trees
p>A light and fluttering figure
Describes the flying daisy
Handling a daisy that fell to the ground
Fragrant and fluttering< /p>
I don’t know if it’s the daisies or the white shirt
The golden-haired Agatha sat in the thick shadow of the elm tree
Crying
Waiting for the black-haired Sherlock
Whether his gray eyes are staring coldly
or his long back is determined to turn around
As long as the golden-haired Agatha That gorgeous flower
That flower that flower
The flower you love
The highest belief in God’s mercy
It's all in these flowers
Golden-haired Agatha
Waiting for a black-haired Sherlock
May he send it like a knight Come to a plucked flower
Wait stubbornly and hopelessly
Wait for a flower
4. The alley was sunny in December in 1983< /p>
Chapter 7 of Night
The typewriter continues to push
The next line is closer to the truth
The mist of the briar pipe drifts towards the withered The tree
Silently crying to me
The circular square next to Baker Street
On the arm of the knight in armor (pronounced bèi)
Kite (pronounced yuān) The tail flower's badge shimmers
The sound of the driverless carriage
A late-night visit
Evil under the moonlight of Victoria
The bloody opening
The disappearing pistol, the charred cane, the melted wax statue
Who is not present? The illusion of the symbols on the jewelry box
Contradictions lead to the dead end he piled up
The evidence was perfectly buried
The corners of the mouth that mocked Scotland Yard were raised
Female voice: If evil is a gorgeous and cruel music
( Then justice is a deep and helpless melancholy)
Female voice: I will write its ending with my own hands
(Then I will light up the glimmer of light in the ashes)
< p>Female voice: The light wind of morning light dries the last line of sadness(Then the raindrops will wash away the high walls of darkness)
Female voice: Black ink dyes tranquility
< p>(The lights are turned off and the red curtain is lowered)Facts can only pass through the soil without footprints
The subtle floral fragrance and the clothing that are deliberately conspicuous
Everyone wears a mask and lies for different reasons
There is only one motive called desire
Who can really avoid being stained after crossing the swamp of human nature
< p>We can forget and forgiveBut we must know the truth
The iron bed that has been moved
The last piece of the picture is finally put together
I heard the expected sound of soft leather heels
He opened the door and the night breeze shook the kerosene lamp for a while
The typewriter stopped at the name of the murderer and I turned around
The night sky in Westminster Abbey begins to boil
Beautiful death blossoms in the chest
I taste this last bite of sweet truth
Smiling and recalling that justice is only done quietly< /p>
Fiddle in the Thames
Female voice: If evil were a gorgeous and cruel movement
(Footsteps expected soft leather heels)
(He Opening the door, the evening breeze shook the kerosene lamp for a while)
Female voice: I will write its ending with my own hand
(The typewriter stopped at the name of the murderer and I turned around)
< p>(The night sky at Westminster Abbey begins to boil)Black ink dyes tranquility
If evil is a gorgeous and cruel movement
I will personally handle its ending Write
The light wind of morning light dries the last line of sadness
The black ink dyes you tranquility