Wandering in the melancholy florist of tomorrow Why don't you lie in, everyone is so attentive to build a model and every rich and beautiful image for you And you just close the door and drink your tears in the dark night in front of the mirror Wandering you in the melancholy tomorrow Why don't you lie in? Yesterday, this grave is still a new empty coffin lid, forever waiting for Miscanthus to grow along the edge of the grave to cut your heart, full of black thorns, longer than the grass, longer than the night, longer than tomorrow, why don't you lie in you? Just close the door and wander in the gloomy tomorrow
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