I Have an Evil-Killing Knife

Indecisive Don't ask about the gods and Buddhas in the sky, raise a glass to your heart When he is weak, he transforms into a snake and keeps company with dark mortal insects, secretly sharpening his fangs. When the time comes, when you have the ambition to swallow the sky, who else can you do without me? How can everything in life go as planned, but only if you have a clear conscience?