Old song
If a butterfly had a third wing,
If fish could touch the sky,
If all trees could bloom,
If light can accompany darkness,
If time could go back,
The past that can't be returned to.
The rain keeps falling and the world cries.
However,
The torture knife of reality finally breaks through the chaos of nothingness,
Everything, abandon the if.
The sea rolls silently,
Birds kill the last trace of nostalgia,
Stupid waiting pales the vows made before the Buddha,
The sky accuses the ruthlessness of betrayal,
Darkness is darkness, light is light,
The swords are facing each other.
The body is soaked in the heavy reality and shattered.
The butterfly is haggard,
The swimming fish is withered,
The trees are stained with dust,
The clouds and sky are broken,
Light dies,
Dark silence.
Those souls who have given up hope,
Walk until your hair grows white.
Only the wind does not stop, and the whole world becomes old.
-Old song.
-The End