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When we parted, Byron was silent and in tears, and his heart was broken in half-it would be several years before we parted; Your face is pale and cold, and your kiss is cold and cold; It was really at that time, indicating today's sadness and hate! The dew at dawn that day was cold and condensed on my forehead, as if to let me know in advance how I feel now. You abandoned all your former allies, and you lost your reputation lightly-even when I heard your name mentioned, I felt shy. When I interviewed you-it sounded like a death knell; I feel trembling all over-how can I fall in love with you? I know you too well-but people don't know: you have given me endless regrets, which are beyond words. We had a secret date, and now I am silently sad: your heart can forget, and your soul can cheat. After many years of separation, if you and I meet again, what should I use to greet you? -Silence with tears. Song of Luddites Byron's overseas free idlers gave blood in exchange for freedom; Give me liberty or give me death! We will destroy all kings! Except, of course, our king Lourde. We should quickly weave cloth, replace the shuttle with swords and guns, throw the shroud that wraps the dead at the feet of the tyrant, and use his blood to shape the mourning. The color is as black as his heart, his blood vessels have rotted like dirt, and the tyrant's blood is used as morning dew to water the free evergreen tree cultivated by Luther! Therefore, we won't wander around Byron, so we won't wander until that late night, although the heart is still full of love, although the moonlight is still bright. Because the sword wears a sheath and the soul wears a chest; Because the heartbeat is intermittent, because love also needs sleep. Although the night is best for talking about love, the day will come back in an instant, but we will never wander again. I want to be a carefree child Byron. I would like to be a carefree child, living in a cave on the vast plateau: wandering in the hazy wilderness, leaping above the blue waves. Saxon red tape is different from my free will. The rugged hillside makes me miss, and the surging boulder makes me happy. Fate, please take back the fertile fields and take away this resounding honorary title! I hate watching others condescending, and I hate being taken care of by slaves. Let me go back to my favorite place and listen to the roar of rocks and the sea; That's the scenery I've been familiar with since I was a child. I just want to watch it again. Young I have realized that this is not a world for me; Ah! Why should the shadow of the underworld cover up and cover up the farewell of the world to the world? I used to have the glory in my dream, which was the magical fantasy of Elysium; Reality! Why did you lead me to such a secular world with hateful brightness? Love has left me, and friendship has long since ended; How can such a heart not be lonely when all its initial hopes have failed? Although there are playful friends toasting, bad feelings can only be avoided in an instant; Indulging in drinking can cheer up the crazy soul, but my heart is still lonely and sad. How boring it is to listen to them: this group of people has nothing to do with me, but family, power, wealth or luck brought us together. Please give me back some loyal friends! Please return my initial youth and love! Away from the noisy entertainment in the middle of the night, their joy is only in name only. Beautiful people, are you my hope, comfort and everything? Even your smile has lost its charm, how can my heart not be full of chill! Customs is so rich and miserable, I will say goodbye from now on, with no regrets; Silence makes me feel satisfied-virtue is familiar with it. Escape from this bustling world-not hate, just want to escape; I want to find a quiet valley, so that the dark heart and color depend on each other. Please give me a pair of wings: like a turtledove flying back to the nest, I will spread my wings and fly away in the air, quiet and eternal! Don't wander in the moonlight and sing the eternal spirit of Byron's unruly mind sprouting in Xirong Castle! Freedom, you shine in the dungeon! Because the heart there is where you live, only love for you can tie this heart; When your children were shackled by tyrants and thrown into dark and damp cells, their sufferings liberated the motherland and the reputation of freedom spread everywhere. Sirong! Your cell is a sacred place, your gloomy ground is an altar, and Bonifal's footprints are left on the ground-your cold paving stones are like grass! May those footprints never be erased and never forgotten! Because they cried out to God under tyranny. Jeffery's daughter (1) Byron's father, since the motherland and God want their daughter to die and win, then pierce this bare chest and let me die. My sadness has subsided, and Shan Ai can't find me. You sent me there yourself. This is a painless separation. Father, please believe me, the whole blood of the child is pure, just like the happiness I pray for, just like my silent thoughts before I die. Girls in Salem, don't cry, I won for you; Dont Ask For Help, a military hero, his father and motherland are free! The game script you gave me has overflowed, and your beloved voice is dumb. I hope I can be your pride and never forget my dying smile.