Roses and vines entangled the castle and climbed to the top,
The evil ghost rises from the pool of blood and brings fearful darkness;
The innocent souls and evil ghosts join together in the carnival of the night,
The young man carries a scythe and spreads the bloody nightmare;
The black cage imprisons the self and the future,
Whether everyone can understand the sorrow of the clown;
How many people can see their own desperate future?
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I always felt that the previous introduction looked too funny, so I changed it to such a noble and domineering poem~
How is it swollen? Do you think we are very powerful? !
Ps. I am revising some chapters recently, so don't make a fuss because they are different from what you saw before~
pps. Change a little bit every day, don't rush and take your time.