The years of stone monuments,
Your name is the past cloud smoke.
Your dawning dream before the holy sword,
There are white sandy beaches on both sides of the road,
Hope to finally have a bath of holy light.
Gentle voice outlines the unknown future,
Let the world never shed tears again,
The sky has long been filled with red dirt.
Even if you scream and pray, it will only float away in vain,
You can also put aside comfort and act.
When the lively and bright sunshine,
Slowly rising to the starting point of the distant place.
The pair of pupils that will open,
But we still have to reach out into the distance to touch the afterglow of light.
Just by trusting my silence,
In fact, for whom are you saved?
Breaking the sky with confused vows.
Choose to partner with you,
If we can go together to find the joy of being together,
Even if the hot flames burn my body,
Also with the smile.
Let the pain of dreams and the meaning of life,
With that delightful human world,
Ending with a murky sludge finish.
If only joy cannot be erased,
He also stabbed it with a knife.
——Escape from the end of zero.
This bustling bright sun,
Rising slowly towards the end point amid the hustle and bustle.
The despair that lasts long,
But we still have to go far away.
In the darkness of the past,
There is no time left to travel with me,
Old and harsh tunes.
——This is the life of our heroic spirits——"Arthur Pendragon"
Intention: protection and aggression, love and revenge, human nature or bestiality
Oh my God, I am really a fan of Xiaolou