Who is buried in the underworld?
A person's lonely sadness
No sad night
Not as bleak as Sirius.
Only the sound of loneliness and crying.
I can't breathe because I'm going in circles.
Shake the shadow of laurel
Terrible full moon.
Waiting for the season of resurrection
I also learned to cherish.
I am a ghost.
We also need a quiet cemetery.
Dark red and bloody sky
Smells like a cross of rotten wood
A bat that flies fast but has nowhere to stay.
Is this the silence I need?
The leaves have withered, too
Bai Yutang is also dying.
When is the end of time?
The destruction of the world
Gentle sadness
And dancing blue flames.
Finally understand the true meaning of fate
Overture to death (original poem)
blood
Still wandering in the reflection
dawn
Darkness and silver moon share the world equally.
The sky is as black as ever, like ink falling from a clear pool, and the whole world is black. I can't hear the wind because I don't breathe. As dark as water, I never need to breathe. Seeing the luxuriant pansy, the soft loneliness flutters like the waves in Wang Yang. Black soil breeds black and purple wood, which will never wither and be lonely. Ghosts shuttle through the trees, counting their loneliness over and over again. The scarlet scent, extracted from the nothingness body, drained the nothingness that had fallen in the endless darkness, the last trace of scarlet scent, and the last trace of the remaining undead.
The undead bleed because they used to be people.
When the dead suck up all the blood, it becomes a part of darkness. There is no sorrow of death, it is already dead. There is no fear of death, it was once a person. Every immortal creature will exhaust its last strength and become human. They long for an aging life and don't care about the loneliness of hundreds of millions of people. The cold silver moon rises from the darkness. Instead of illuminating this dark world, it looks at the ancient earth and touches every inch of its skin. Moonlight falls from the sky like a flower, but it has been bathed and looked up. I don't know where the ancient sacrificial songs sounded, with ancient mystery and desolation. The hoarse yin and yang degenerate every inch of nothingness of the dead, and the festering soul will be used as fertilizer for corydalis, nourishing the growth of corydalis every section. Time seems to stand still, the call from ancient times opens the devil's door, and ancient symbols and totems are beating. After thousands of years, the notes are dry and sad, unlocking the darkness, dissolving the darkness and burying the unknown darkness. The deceased who bowed down prayed devoutly, throbbed from the depths of their souls, sang sacredly and died on their knees. Every note carries the melody and impermanence of reincarnation, which permeates the whole dark world. Fill every corner. Accompanied by the cold moonlight, the undead reveal mysterious sadness, without facial features, but they really feel its sadness, a ridicule, a sarcasm, a disdain for fate, and a meditation on life.
On the verge of depravity, whose hand withered? Touched the door of legend, opened the mysterious cycle in the dark, and rubbed all the memories and the past. For the deceased, the dust flying in the air over the years is just a kind of waiting. Listening to the sound of teeth chewing, crossing up and down, devouring endless darkness, undead hate darkness more than any other creature, it is like backlight, turning to ashes for the sun. It likes it.
Burning for thousands of years, reunited with the moon in the dark.
Only the dead fell down, longing for darkness and the moon. The crystal goblet is shaking with red liquid, flashing attractive colors under the gorgeous chandelier, and the elegant piano music is tuned at the pale and slender fingertips of generate, telling the waiting of the dead. Exquisite tuxedo, black hood, no pursuit, who can embrace others in the long years, only loneliness and sadness. Whose brilliance does the crystal floor reflect? The quiet wall was covered with black tentacles. No heartbeat, no breathing, cold as a god.
Tears are salty. But it never flows because tears are wet and warm.
Blood is red. But it flows endlessly because the blood is cold.
Dark and silver moon,
Are the beliefs of the dead.
tears
Forget yesterday's glory
Betray it
This is an epic commemoration.
The power of one person
How can you sail against the wind in the torrent of time?
Augeri ma jiao
I can't hear it in hell.
In the season of bone accumulation
Please don't arouse my blood and desire.
wind
Legend is just an illusion in a dream.
clock
Disturb whose heart, whose sadness.
Wulin
There is a gray storm in the plague land in the east.
This is a kind of faith.
Aroused worldwide resistance.
Under the clarion call of survival
Good people can also become extremely crazy.
Wu Xianshou's body fell in.
Next to the monument that separates the ancient from the present.
Fables and legends left by the prophet
It is the only battlefield for future generations to fight.
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