Wind candles floating on dark water.
You're from hell.
Parallel to the air, parallel to the earth
Under the attack of invisible evil
Drifting on a dark raft
Accompanied by a long string of crying in the wind and rain
Inhumane cries, thunder, heavy rain, ghosts crying and wolves howling.
You drift here.
Parallel to time, parallel to my eyes
You are surrounded by a pale whetstone, the flame of the whetstone.
It is the extreme of darkness and the extreme of cold.
Deep in the darkness is burning pallor.
Deep in the cold is the flame of frozen water.
Your light is ten times that of the surrounding light.
Ten times darker than the surrounding area.
Strong light, the power of light was defeated by the darkness in Yu Hui.
Your feathers are ten times colder than the darkness around you.
It's ten times colder than the surroundings.
Candles in the wind, your partner at night.
You know me. who is it?
Is it the attachment of darkness or the origin of darkness?
Why do I see you at the top of the wind?
Staggering along the inexplicable road
Follow the will of blood, crawl along the unknown road
Like a lonely material bar.
Before the holy book, before life, before God.
Crashed into this school full of empty blood and blood vortex.
Your mind is full of darkness.
Your head is empty.
Soft blade, flame.
A rising power and a rising illusion.
Lead a blind man
Small fire, big body.
Flame can't pull a huge body.
Unable to rise, unable to move forward
Like a confession and misunderstanding of power.
The upward temptation is also the temptation to March.
The temptation to stop is parallel termination, parallel and termination.
The state of weak fire is a breath.
Is the eternal breath, the end of breath.
The flame stopped singing and echoing.
And the words of response, the darkness came back.
In the center of darkness, where power is dying.
Exercise stopped breathing and walked into the abyss of blood.
Blood hole, time of destruction and darkness, time of darkness.
I see the shape of a knife, the shape of a fire and the shape of a stone.
A sword rolled into a flint.
Two flames came out of the bloody skull.
Eye of fire, sound of fire, road of fire.
The sound of bloody flames tearing the body.
Destruction and beginning, destruction or beginning?
Force hoarse surprise.
Return, return, don't want to come again!
The heads of two round swords crowded together and passed through the torso of the flame.
Oh, the candle in the wind, my candle in the wind
Before me, before God, before the wind candle was born.
scene of great joy
Cold is dust, and dust is fate.
The beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning.
End is end, end, end.
All this singing is just a birth.
Just all the roads before birth.
It's the road-it exists in the darkness, the road.
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