◎Wind·Death
Even if they are disgusted, they still roar loudly
It brings many executioners
Should we be sad? Death
So many lives, where to go!
Wherever you point your hand, there will be crying
Is the smog very dense? But I can see clearly
Occasionally, you leave a short period of time in the gap
I see the sunshine, and the sunshine is full of fruits
◎Snow·Truth
Here are my deceased relatives and friends
Returning from nothingness
Sitting in the winter, they are flying around
In silence, give me a background
What falls on the eyelids is sadness
What falls on the palms must be love
Sitting in winter, sitting Empty white
Except for the conspiracy of smog, as far as the eye can see
Some things are ready to move
◎Tree·Exchange
Those trees , keep laughing
A few lonely trees, grinning
How hypocritical they are, facing the sun
Laughing at the death that we cannot stop
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Those trees, they tremble
A few lonely trees are covered with bruises
How hypocritical we are, sitting upright on the scars of the trees
Because of the wind and sand, Mudslide, full of sadness
◎A knife
A knife, choose some words in winter
Warmth, harmony, and a grand mind
The edges are compressed layer by layer, becoming thicker and shorter
They smile - how round and full!
Morality shines from the handle of the knife
A snow fell, covering his mouth and writing to criticize
Butcher Zhang screamed——
My family The pig is fat, give me a knife