The church bells sing the songs of angels in the vast night sky
The pure black wings spread the residual thoughts, echoing through the window of the dark night
The long wind tore these incomplete wings into pieces in the chaotic time and space
The blood-red rose flowers are blooming wantonly, endless sins are still spreading
The girl's deep eyes are like blood-stained dusk, she is withering -----
Disappearing in the other side of layers of mist
The angel's wings were broken off and he fell into hell forever
Peering into the hostile eyes everywhere, lamenting the desolation of this night
The red butterfly on the cross in the cemetery is flying against the wind with its back to the sun
The dim yellow leaves dispersed the time that disappeared without knowing where it went.
Angels in the vast crowd pursue the fragrance of roses
I don't know when my heart was pierced by a sharp arrow
The scarlet blood soaked through the petals, and it sank into the deep blue ocean on the horizon.
Only a wisp of green smoke is left. . .
The angel is asleep------
Play a song for her in the dark night
Jesus blessed her
The dead leaves buried her
On this starless night, the crows on the withered vines will sing instead of the fallen angels. . .