The End of the Comic Book End

Dreams, dreams that I can't wake up from Hong, who is under house arrest in the red line All the stimulation left was the pain of fatigue no longer indifferent Overripe and red, empty pupils Finally hollowed out, finally with a beginning and no end What you can't get is always in commotion Those who are favored are confident The redness of roses, easily hurt dreams Hold it in your hand but lose it between your fingers failed again Red is the cinnabar agent used to burn the mouth Red is as mediocre as mosquito blood The only throbbing of beautifying the world Also smooths out throbbing The redness of roses, easily hurt dreams Hold it in your hand but lose it between your fingers failed again ...