Holy Dharma Rose

In fact, this is just a piece of music, with no lyrics. But I can't bear to let it bear the loneliness alone, just like the black rose. My king, my king, where are you? "The king is aloof." What you once said has always been in my mind. My king, you know, we are all waiting for your return. How could the majesty of the Queen disappear so easily? Standing on the solitary peak, letting the wind blow around the scattered hair, patting the dusty dress, raising the blood-stained face, smiling, staring into the distance. You have not lost. Even if there is no God, don't you still see the sky?