The dawn sun opens the curtains
My heart is still struggling in the dark night
The director of nightmares has never been tired
Fumbling around in the sky Looking for an exit in the wall
The coldness of the cellar froze the flow of blood
I would rather lose my eyes
Not see the face covered with thorns
Would rather lose consciousness
Rather than touch a chest that has been dusted for thousands of years
The morning bird is the messenger of ridicule
The secret fragrance of flowers intoxicates the soul
< p> Stretching your hands towards the skyCatching the air in vain
Hearing the distant footsteps
Ruining the deep love of Die Lianhua
Frustration
Breaking the dream in the heart
Lovelessness
Destroying the passion of the years
Skinny love
Fainted where the flowers were in full bloom
Zigui cried blood and dyed the blooming cuckoo red
The wax torch turned to ashes and became pitch black
I could finally close my eyes
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The orange sunshine warmly
touches the earth
A heart dies in the beautiful morning
Peace Peace
Listen to the hymns in heaven
Look at the empty body with a smile