A group of bloodthirsty ants
Attracted by carrion
I looked at the lonely scenery with no expression.
Losing your love and hate begins to distinguish
What else is there to care about without you
When doves no longer symbolize peace
I was finally reminded
The square is fed with vultures.
I use beautiful rhymes
Describe a looted love
Ah, dark clouds are beginning to shade
The night is not clean.
Echo of a funeral in the park
Flying all over the sky
White roses for you
Wither in a pure black environment
Crows are eerily quiet on branches.
Listen quietly to my black coat
Want to warm your increasingly cold memories
Walking through life
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