The cotton-padded clothes are hung on the rope,
The window was wide open,
Strong winds are blowing the trees in Africa.
Never say goodbye forever, no news,
She left with someone,
That's a man in black.
He was found loitering in the old ballroom in the suburbs.
At her invitation,
He looked her in the eye,
A mask-like face, no doubt.
Someone said an allusion he once quoted,
Once upon a time, there was a travel-stained man,
That's a man in black.
The missionary taught a revelation,
He said that everyone's conscience is depraved and disgusting,
You can't just follow your heart,
You have to believe that.
Advice is unbelievable, advice is hard to listen to,
She still gave her heart to someone,
That's a man in black.
Some people say that there are no accidents in the world.
Sometimes it does. You'll see.
But people are not just reincarnation, everyone is like floating dust.
She left with someone,
That's a man in black.
By the way, the water has been smoking since June.
Under the new moon, three tree trunks were uprooted.
The pulse is rapid and the noise is deafening.
Someone whipped a dead horse there.
She never talks, never leaves a message,
She left with someone,
That's a man in black.