Arrogant wind, through the past, roared in the middle of the square, hunting.
In the middle of the night, I went to the blue duke's blooming dance to spread black tea and fragrant iris.
Back wings, gilded illusion, rotating in the open corridor, head up.
Pray that the eternal starlight will only stand by my side for one night.
The strings sing and decorate your wounds with praise. Wandering in the crowd, panic flashed in the eyes behind the mask.
With lingering eyes, the rose sleeps in the drifting music. The toe of the shoe is also sad. What is the shadow of a kiss like?
A mottled portrait, pale and desolate
Take off the paint and forget the story.
Sonnet, your song.
The remaining signs, twelve wings against the sky
Arrogant wind, through the past, roared in the middle of the square, hunting.
In the middle of the night, I went to the blue duke's blooming dance to spread black tea and fragrant iris.
Back wings, gilded illusion, rotating in the open corridor, head up.
Pray that the eternal starlight will only stand by my side for one night.
Hands up, your soul has crossed the confusion. Who gave you light on blood-stained paper?
The silverware is slightly hot, and the candlelight cheers for longer and longer. When the clock strikes midnight, the most beautiful red puffed-up stops.
The oath is echoing and taken out of context.
The withered long skirt can't stop your direction.
Broken tears refract the sky.
The sky began to shine, and twelve wings fell to the sky and died.
Arrogant wind, through the past, roared in the middle of the square, hunting.
In the middle of the night, I went to the blue duke's blooming dance to spread black tea and fragrant iris.
Back wings, gilded illusion, rotating in the open corridor, head up.
Pray that the eternal starlight will only stand by my side for one night.
Nightmare, leaning forward, awake, disillusioned, lonely.
In the distance, the black and white picture is no longer clear. Who is reciting this hymn with the devil?
Arrogant wind, through the past, roared in the middle of the square, hunting.
In the middle of the night, I went to the blue duke's blooming dance to spread black tea and fragrant iris.
Back wings, gilded illusion, rotating in the open corridor, head up.
Pray that the eternal starlight will only stand by my side for one night.