The gray clover, the moon is missing, and it is difficult to understand the words of love at night. Ancient apes are immortal and evergreen, which is false. The thousand-year-old tower of lovers collapsed when you left, burying the worries I carried. The tear-colored soul summoning platform covers your beauty and never speaks. Blood is swaying in the bowl, true love is erupting when the awl is stabbed, where will the curse sound drift to? The wanton roar, the silence when you lie down, the blood on the bed filled with sorrow like an undercurrent, your sacrifice of life, the love that no one cares about