A lie is sung for eternity, and trust is sealed with blood in an instant.
I still remember the temptation to drink, sing, talk and laugh;
I still remember the suspicion of life and death shared by strangers;
I still remember the bright red color when the sharp blade in my hand was weak and stained.
Like flaming red tea, it fills the mountains and plains.
I just regret losing the past, but I no longer have it.