1 Hello, hello.
A fragile voice
Children and adolescents
Costs of loans and appeals
He is in my heart.
Allam Vain N 'Sang Lan Teus
This is a day in September.
I hear your happy voice,
Your torn and fragile voice.
Naive and sad,
Calling me from afar.
I put my hand on my heart,
Trembling there,
Bloody,
It's seven pieces of broken glass of your starlight and laughter.
-Presville's broken mirror
His son is in great pain.
When the water in the sky disappeared,
But your feathers are not red.
Fant？ I went to a designated place,
He locked the prisoner with a cold song.
This is the first time I've seen Little Swan.
This pure white bird is in pain.
It denied the vast sky and became a prisoner.
It flaps its wings, but it can't fly.
Its pure brilliance indicates that it is here,
The ghost remained motionless and fell into a contemptuous cold dream.
Swan's unique contempt in Useless Exile.
-Swan in Malarme.
3Merci minuit douze fusils
Innocent peace
This is a foul.
Sang Lan and his son.
This is a blasphemy against comprendre
This is my favorite.
Thank you for shooting twelve times in the middle of the night.
So innocent people will rest in peace forever.
Only the crowd took away his bloody body.
Buried in his dark sky
Only the masses have a deep understanding.
How weak the killer is.
-Ai Lvya's The Last Night