Under the flashy appearance, how do you know my sadness?
That so-called paradise is just a painful fantasy
Invisible haze and darkness, gorgeously disguised sentimentality
If death can take away the pain, I would like to turn into a beautiful corpse.
Burn the sins and hopes of this world and release the despised souls.
The misty smoke could not find the direction of the wind, and Tong Dong's body was dead and confused.
Darkness gives goths black eyes, but we use them to find light.
Charm the darkness hidden in the soul; drink up the sin lingering in the blood
I like to stay in the dark and enjoy solitude because I get hurt in the sun.
Cutting through the cage of imprisonment, going wild and crazy, playing a gorgeous movement that tramples on everything.
What is love? Can you teach me?
Concept: Love is not possession