Blue starry sky, dreamy memory
Ode to the Black Rose
The church bells sing the songs of angels in the vast night sky
The crow on the withered vine accompanies the beautiful fallen angel
The pure black wings wave their residual thoughts, echoing through the dark night window
The long wind tore these incomplete wings Broken in the chaotic time and space
Peering into the hostile eyes everywhere, lamenting the desolation of the night
Feeling the fragrance of blood, finding the palace of requiem
A broken scene, ghosts singing
Three girls fighting in hell
Darkness, loneliness, fear and endless battles are like sharp knives stabbing into their hearts every day Heart
The scarlet blood soaked through that land, and it sank into the deep blue ocean on the horizon
Five years of fighting
Five years of suffering
Five years of cold-bloodedness
Five years of tenderness
Five years of waiting
Five years of training
In the cemetery The black butterfly on the cross is flying against the wind with its back to the sun
The long-haired Gothic lolita opens the dusty window
The dead branches illuminate her face, as pure as a perfume lily Same
Her resentful voice sings with the dead
Playing the cello, the sound is ethereal and beautiful
In the garden, red roses are blooming. , that black rose...
Withered...
The morning rain and dew caressed the charming and beautiful red rose
Where is the black rose? Lonely and helpless
p>All that is waiting for it is withering
The memory of the place with Manzhu Shahua must be blooming
The back of the young man disappears, embedded in the tearful eyes
< p> A love that no one bless will not perish because of itMaybe, others will choose to be cowardly
I decide to be strong
I will remember his betrayal
p>The haste that once made me leave
The angel’s wings were broken off and he fell into hell forever
The charming black rose, bloom with the flower of the German knight Together with Edelweiss
Show your arrogance and beauty
The more you love, the deeper you hate
When I point my sickle at you
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Have you ever thought about what I am thinking
That’s why another girl with red eyes wakes up
The Requiem of Death is floating in the air
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Girls dancing
Every dead night
Listen to the secret sound of blood in the ground
They like weird chants
It is the same as the song of the dead
Is it singing of extravagant revenge
Or lonely despair
The angel is sleeping...