The Dance of the Morning Lyrics: Stopped at Yesterday, Dumbledore Curve: V., Vae Arranged by Vae Vae: Old bells ringing around the Ilpheus Theatre, coniferous forests gazing coldly at the silent harbour, sleepy people about to usher in a new sunrise, I'm already being escorted to a place of despair in the mist of the morning, please forgive me for going to a faraway place without a word, not being able to fulfill the beautiful dreams I've been promised, but a little bit of sadness is coming to me as I think of it. The dead leaves rustling under my feet tell me what I want to know. Is the future nothing but loneliness to tell me how to go on? Our past is swallowed up in today's murky morning sun. Blood rains down on the gallows. See the souls holding the stubborn bodies spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, in a world without you. Lake Baikal is silent. The night cries and the lone star cuts through the sky. I don't want to admit defeat, but reality is cruel, and behind our shadows there are many gray crossroads, and the corners of our smiles can't hide the humility of life, and the philosophy of survival teaches me that the more hypocritical the world is, the more beautiful it is, and the more we roam, the more we wander. I don't dare to look at the fading scent of roses under the black-and-white lens. The sky hangs upside down with a round of loneliness falling fast. Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing. I can smell the scent of chrysanthemums, the firelight, the bows and arrows flying everywhere, the girl's light dress dancing, the maple leaves fluttering in the sky, the slanting sun over there, the grass and trees, signaling the end of my life, and I'm looking back to the end of my road, my hometown. I'm not crying, but I haven't yet come to the place where I'm sad and have to give in, is the only way to solve the problem that's so cruel? The maple leaf is a shape of melancholy melancholy melancholy melancholy my father's parting warning dare not forget that if I can't take the righteousness, I'll die in the yellow sands lost helplessness lost helplessness a touch of sadness at the girl's farewell could the war be the same shape as the maple leaf could the maple leaf be the same shape as the maple leaf stopped for a moment, and I'm already kneeling on my knees holding up the sword, blood streaming and weak, and I see the solitude before my eyes a momentary remnant of the memories of the maple leaf quietly falling to the ground, my father's parting warning, and the girl's farewell weeping, and the slanting sunlight faintly shedding its light all over the red land? The scent of chrysanthemums in the air, the gift of the mound to the homeland, the maple tree on the west, the sun setting over there, just like my broken heart, the tree with our names carved into it, waiting quietly for the next tear to soak through, melancholy, melancholy, melancholy, my father's parting words, not daring to forget, that if we don't take the righteousness of the cause we will have to fight and die on the yellow sands, melancholy, melancholy, melancholy, melancholy, the girl's sent-off cry, could war be the same shape as the maple leaves, with the fires and bows flying everywhere, and the girl's light dress, dancing, and the maple leaves flying in the sky? In that direction called ancient times, barbaric and dark, I can't tell what's called home, under the obscure sky, forging life and faith with stone tools, it's like a lifetime ago, as if someone were whispering the melancholy of the past. Every day, I plowed the land and cultivated the fire, entrusting my totem with the hope of the heavens, but for a long time, there was no sound of dampness ringing in my ears, and month after month, calluses grew on my memory, the hope that the totem gave me was not yet fulfilled, and year after year, the months and the months were almost lost to time, and they were disintegrated into dust, waiting for the farewell to the remote future. The death of the totem that has not been broken for ten thousand years has sent the stone forged wonderland of that era to a place where the hard to understand language is oaked and hidden in the wind for ages to come. The death of the totem that has not been broken for ten thousand years is the lost world that shines in history, the dusty stone age that disappeared from the clouds in a place called paradise, the bonfires that took me to a direction called ancient times, a place so barbaric and dark that I couldn't distinguish between home and the dark, dark skies of the obscure, where the life and beliefs of those who forged them were forged with stone tools, and where the time had gone by. It's as if someone is whispering the old sorrows Every day, we plow the land and plant fires, entrusting our totems with the hope of heaven, but for a long time, there's no damp sound in our ears The dry soil complains about the fragrance of the flowers that have passed away around us, and the withered branches are shaking and gazing at the sunset from afar, month after month, and calluses grow in our memories, the hope that the totems have entrusted to us has not yet been realized, year after year, the sun and the moon almost lost time, and disintegrated into dust waiting for the farewell to eternity, and the sorrows of totems, which will not be dispersed in a million years, will be sent to a wonderland of stone tools forging in an era of time, and a place called paradise. A place of wonderland forged in stone, Oaked down with an incomprehensible language, Hidden in the winds for ages to come, Gotham of the Totems, Gotham of the Totems, Gotham of the Totems, Gotham of the Totems, Gotham of the Totems, Gotham of the Totems, Gotham of the Totems, Gotham of the Totems, Gotham of the Totems, Gotham of the Totems. The Gazebo Lyrics: Stopped Yesterday Arranged by slos Song/Singer/Harmony/Producer: Vae Never seen Sadness like a thread Dark and rainy day In the gazebo there are fallen leaves, picking them up with all my heart One by one, one by one, two by two, on both sides, the rain beats the gazebo that haunts me and the year I was eighteen, to pay homage to my first love, to set in stone the residual longing, the brokenness of the unfinished wish, it's obvious that the young face of a child is as far away as if it's right in front of me, on the day of the tuition, the day of the cloudy sun, on the gazebo, on the day you went away, on the day that you were gone, to find the day of the lost world. On the day you left What words can I use to describe the flame of love that was extinguished unconsciously on a sunny day By the pond under the pavilion I waited endlessly Our love had lost its exit You didn't tell me the reason for everything You turned away without waiting for me to turn back By the pond under the pavilion You used to sing that you would be with me forever The archway was broken and my heart was in a turmoil Time kept on recycling But I couldn't wait for a simple wave of your hand On the day you went to the pavilion to make up for the Sunday you went to the pavilion The day you left, the day you left, what's the word for the flame of love that went out on a sunny day, without me realizing it, by the pond under the pavilion, I waited endlessly, our love lost its exit, you didn't tell me what happened, you turned away without waiting for me to turn back, by the pond under the pavilion, you used to sing in your voice, saying that you'd be with me forever, that the arched bridge was broken and the heart was in turmoil, that time kept on recycling, and I couldn't wait for a simple wave of your hand, and I couldn't wait for a simple wave of yours. I used to sing and say we'll be together forever The bridge is broken and my heart is in turmoil But I can't wait for your simple wave Instead of pain, let's go We're each going left and right The gazebo when we were 18 years old, the romantic encounter or the rainy day, the peaceful breakup Not wanting to be friends but wanting to stay here Hokkaido Flowering Season. When I start to smell the summer, I want to review the smile I used to have on the stone bridge in the distance, and accompany the lonely soul as it grows old. The blue lavender in the mountains, the backpack you lost when you were seven years old, the sadness of the season of blossoms, hiding behind me, quietly experiencing the tenderness on the rice, the fading sunflowers, still waiting for me, perhaps waiting for me to say, "Stay." The numbness of the season of flowers is gradually creeping in. The numbness of the season is gradually penetrating, the muttering of words is no longer a luxury, the flowers of Hokkaido are wasting away in July, when I went to the left and you turned to the right, when I started to smell the smell of summer, I wanted to review the smile that I used to have, the stone bridge in the distance that has been dappled for a long time, accompanying the lonely soul to grow old, the mountains are covered in blue lavender, the backpack that you lost when you were seven years old, the sadness of the season of blossoming, hiding behind it, experiencing in silence the tenderness on the rice, the withered sunflowers still waiting, perhaps waiting for me to say something to stay, perhaps waiting in silence to say something to stay, maybe waiting in silence to say something to stay. The sunflowers are still waiting, perhaps waiting for me to say "stay" The numbness of the blossoming season is gradually penetrating, and the muttering of words is no longer a luxury. The flowers of Hokkaido are getting thinner and thinner in July, when I turned left and you turned right. ```` The sadness of the blossoming season is hiding behind, and the tenderness on the rice is being experienced in silence. The withering sunflowers are still waiting, perhaps waiting for me to say "stay" The numbness of the blossoming season is gradually penetrating, and the muttering of words is no longer a luxury. The flowers of Hokkaido are wasting away in July, when I turn to the left and you turn to the right Hurtful Sounds Lyrics: Stopped Yesterday Echo: Is it because of too many moments of silence, all night long, the reality that I can't see, has closed my eyes and my mind is constantly thinking about how the time should be passed, because of this feeling of resisting the feeling of losing too much and no one will say to me, who will smile for me, and I want to hold the hope in my hands, and in the end, there's only disappointment, the collision between belief and reality makes me hurt. The collision between faith and reality has left me battered and bruised The disguise behind my feelings I know I won't talk about it anymore Or I'll just give up and keep on like this No more, no more talking about it Who'll be sad? I'm waving my hands with excuses for the reasons I've said, but you're still turning around and going away The song on the phone doesn't touch my heart The tears that are left in my eyes from thinking about it too much I can only continue to cover up the voice of my heart I'm putting on my earphones and turning the volume up to listen to a sad song Do you know that I've been praying for you to come back to my arms one day? Do you know that I've been praying silently that one day you'll come back to me, do you hear me? I can't understand this smile that you give me, that makes me look forward to your embrace, that maybe we won't be together on a pirate ship, that maybe we won't hear you screaming in the house of horrors, and that it's a wonderful feeling, and I don't want to forget about it because of time, you know, that's not the way that you imagined me, you know. On that last day, I looked at you and you smiled at me, DEPP FEEL, you can understand what I was thinking, imagining all the hypothetical possibilities to prevent me from getting hurt again, but we haven't known each other for a long time, how can you understand, all this time, we've spent so much effort, we've done everything, we've chased each other all the way to the corner of the ocean for a single answer, and EVERY DAY, I've waited for that day, but the time passes too slowly, the age will never change, all that's left for me is a broken memory, and I will be able to see the future, and I will be able to see the future again. Do you know that I've been praying for you to come back to me someday? Do you hear that sad song? It's always lingering in my ears. I don't know how to say it, how to hear it, how to say it, but it's not enough to forget the past. If I say I'm hurt, I can feel that it's a kind of necessity. Listening to this song, what's happening to you at this moment, what's going on in your heart? Your mouth says that you know it, but your heart doesn't feel it. Inside you're sad, but on the surface you look as sad as you used to be. I can't tell you what's going on in your heart when you listen to this song. Do you know that I'm praying that one day you'll come back to me? Do you hear me? I'm praying that one day you'll come back to me. Do you hear me? I'm praying for you. Do you hear me? I hear you. A lone star accompanies the midnight of farewell, and the falling leaves scatter the sinking season. Love is like a butterfly with broken wings, never flying into the light of tomorrow. The sunrise that day was our color, a little bit warm and full of heat, but the rainbow could never penetrate the green barrier between us. The moment you left, the moment you disappeared, the mix of yellow and green was the bitterness of green apples, and the moment I left, that cruel frame was like a dusty seal, like a cruel frame. The moment I left, that cruel frame, like a dusty glacier, Yu Yu Ai Troubleshooting The Moon in Three Pools Lyrics: Stopped Yesterday Song: Vae, Abu Sing: Vae, Abu Produced by Vae Under the full moon, the Moon in Three Pools, I stare at the sky and see images of the moon, wishing that this day you and I would be reunited, and that we would be together under the moon, with the handkerchiefs of the mandarin ducks, wiping away the illusion of tears, and under the pavilions, which are even more remote than the ancient times, like a clear spring with no bottom to be reached, and the water dripping under dense clouds. The eaves that dripped under the cover of dense clouds drew the arc that I waited for you every day when I tasted the bitterness that is called parting Xiao Pu, the second floor of the sunset slanting light broken curtains, plum blossom monument reflecting the sunshine in the sky in love with the West Lake, the pavilion of the heart of my heart is a bit of a little bit of the Yingzhou spring long sigh of loneliness year after year
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