What am I? I don't know
I am ordinary, but also extraordinary
Since that night on a certain day of a certain year and a certain month
A murder caused by the sound of a flute
I then lived a night life that kept me awake every night and made me grow old.
I have no choice but to bid farewell to my dear beauty sleep
Traveling through the darkness of the city
Clear all kinds of "roadblocks" and become a scavenger serving people's names.
A freak, plus a bunch of freaks
Digging for your, his, their dark secrets night after night