My name is Fengqing~ Setmi
He is the owner here...
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The king sang softly, and the little flower with a broken neck lay at his feet.
They like cold places. They hide beside the dead trees in the abyss and smell the fragrance of blood. I found the palace of rest.
A ruined scene with ghosts singing wildly
Black rosemary blooms and the vines grow
The soul looks around and believes in the bloody moonlight
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the palace of repose
The long-haired vampire king opened the dusty window
The shadow of the dead branches shines on his face, as pure as a girl
His resentful voice sings with the dead
My beloved, do you still remember my appearance?
Were you always sad the night I was buried?
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the palace of repose
There are statues in the distance with broken arms hidden aside.
That's the goddess's fantasy, pointing the direction with her middle finger
Little red flowers bloom beside him, that is heaven
There is an abyss ahead and a small river flows.
The blood-like river water irrigates the bloodthirsty desire. Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the palace of rest.
That's the king's soup plate, holding the stale soup.
He will break the neck of the flower and ask it if it is sad
My lover from afar, do you remember my appearance?
Were you always sad when my bleeding stopped?
"The sun and moon shine brightly and wax and wane, but I can only see the moon
It has an addictive taste, rich blood red and silvery fragrance.
Every dead night, listen to the secret sound of blood underground
They like weird chants, just like the songs of the dead
Is it singing about extravagant revenge or lonely despair?
My lover who is far away, do you remember my appearance?
Why didn't I meet your eyes when I looked down at my funeral?
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the palace of repose
The flowers there are all the same, growing quietly
How could it be so dark without the quiet moonlight?
The dilapidated grassland exudes the fragrance of decay
The beautiful elf wanders secretly in the palace
They are also missing someone, with the sadness of memories
The lush and entwining vines hide the desire for revenge
Waiting for that day to come and taste the soup that tastes like blood
My favorite person, are you the same as me?
Waiting for love to come, we are buried together
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the palace of repose
Life grows wantonly, looking at the endless sadness
Flowers bow their heads and sing, singing about immortality
Memories of places with Manzhushahua must be blooming
The back of the departing young man is embedded in the tearful eyes
Love without blessing will not perish because of it
Some people choose to be cowardly, some people decide to be strong
Can the blue melancholy river wash away the past?
Can anyone stick to the eternal promise and never forget it?
Weak excuses and casual perfunctory kill a beautiful flower
That beauty withered in waiting, turned into hurt, turned into hatred, turned into bloody desire
I want to find him no matter if he changes his appearance or not
I will remember his eyes were so clear
I will remember his vows were once so loud
I will remember his betrayal and the haste that made me leave.
He has left with my gentle and cold palm
He will be very happy because there is no more obstruction from me
I'm back where I belong
Because of love, I gave up on myself and once again wandered alone in the darkness
The poor king is just like his flowers
Finally, I chose to drink the blood-like soup alone.
My dear, no matter where you go
Please accidentally think of your once beautiful bride