I think about my death
There will also be such incense lingering on my grave
That fragrance is eerie sadness
I just watched them spill the wine in honor of me
around my tombstone
The wine will also soak in the longing
Like my blood is still flowing barrenly
Death is just a wound
Over time
You will forget the pain
I'm trapped in the curse of time
Can't figure out how to go?
I stand here and all hope is lost
Just wait for one and then
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