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