Lyrics:
I swept the old castle with a machine gun.
Produce a bloody smell in the text.
I rhymed the title of Underground.
Lose one's temper hard and be unreasonable
Shirts of the new era are surrounded by spotlights.
The audience under the stage lined up for me.
Blade-like edges and corners, an immovable trajectory
Fiona Fang is eight miles, just myself.
He wrote a letter secretly and hid his anger in a drawer. If he doesn't put the pen away, he will be drowned in sobs.