Cold and silent.
For years, she has been regarded as a demon.
This is her favorite playmate,
Drum, it guards the house and fireplace.
She loves her family,
But love can be so cruel.
The fire ignited them,
So, she's alone,
The night becomes long.
They built a comfortable home,
Make it very vivid,
This is not commensurate with crying.
Former neighbors said she was evil,
But they stubbornly play brave children,
Everything is thinking about cruel love.
Father loves her,
But love can be so painful;
The old goat is so enthusiastic and blind,
He abused the poor child.
So, the night she waited for came,
The neck of the family is not weak.
But they begged for tenderness,
The knife still broke his head.
Her pain is lonely,
Joy is ruined by yourself;
The tears it brought are still on my face,
She loves her family,
But love can be so cruel.