Styx Story

As a matter of fact, Death is the most unique, And the most attractive. People have always thought that, And fell for it. Until your figure, appeared in what I was familiar with, On the beautiful and charming River Styx. That indescribable and indescribable sense of reality, Almost swallowing me up. They swim beneath the glaciers near the west, Walking through the lava of the Far East, spreading outward, radiating field, Let us get stuck in it. The ghosts who sing their lamentations, On the ancient continent of Ireland, Play the accordion. And this time, Where will you wait for me?