A group of bloodthirsty ants were attracted by carrion, and I looked at the lonely scenery without expression
Losing your love and hate began to make it clear that there was nothing else to care about after losing you
The dove no longer symbolizes peace. I was finally reminded that the vultures were fed in the square
I use a beautiful rhyme to describe love that has been plundered
Ah
Dark clouds began to cover the night, and the echoes of funerals in the park flew all over the sky
The white roses I sent you withered in the pure black environment, and the crows were eerily quiet on the branches
Listen quietly, my black coat wants to warm your increasingly cold memories
The past, the past life
Ah, I am in an empty cemetery surrounded by fog
I still love you when I'm old
Playing Chopin's nocturne for you in memory of my dead love
The voice like the night wind, heartbroken, sounds good
Hands on the keyboard tap very gently, I miss you very carefully
The place where you are buried is called Youming