The angel's wings were broken off and he fell into hell forever
Peering into the hostile eyes everywhere, lamenting the desolation of this night
The red butterfly on the cross in the cemetery is flying against the wind with its back to the sun
The dim yellow leaves dispersed the time that disappeared without knowing where it went.
Angels in the vast crowd pursue the fragrance of roses
I don't know when a sharp arrow pierced my heart
The scarlet blood soaked through the petals, and it sank into the deep blue ocean on the horizon.
Only a wisp of green smoke was left. . .
The angel is asleep------
Sing for her in the dark night
Jesus blessed her
Dead leaves buried her
On this starless night, the crows on the dead vines will sing instead of the fallen angels. . .
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