Copywriting:
Break off a branch of red plum, who will dye the old years?
Lighten the gown with ink color
Whose face is behind the door?
Make a promise to protect for life
In the end, you can't escape your fate
Write the memories of the old years in my heart with blood
See you in the next life...
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Well, as the copy was written, it became lyrics. Sure enough, I'm still used to writing lyrics... = =