Tears and Red Makeup

Who buried a lifetime's promise at whose tomb? Who strokes whose hair, who owes the price of his life? For whom did the burned-out elegance turn into the flower of the other side? The years have wiped out the prosperity, and the blood has stained the armor. Who can rule the world for you? A thousand years of fame will bury you in one lifetime. The exquisite country is ridiculous but has no king's destiny.