Black day after day;
Strange withered artificial flowers,
Condensed into drops of mysterious blood
I huddled in the corner,
Holding a broken little bear
The expression on its face is too desperate
There is a black teardrop hanging in the corner of the godless eye
Blood gradually flowed from my hands. . .
Beautiful blood flowers bloom on the ground
like an invisible hand
Hold on to the memories tightly
His smile desolates whose heart
season after season
Who am I waiting for?
Black day after day; Strange withered artificial flowers, Condensed into drops of mysterious blood I huddled in the corner, Holding a broken little bear The expression on its face is too desperate There is a black teardrop hanging in the corner of the godless eye Blood gradually flowed from my hands. . . Beautiful blood flowers bloom on the ground like an invisible hand Hold on to the memories tightly His smile desolates whose heart season after season Who am I waiting for?