Compose music ※: ..

The rainy day has cleared up, the smiling face of the rainbow bend is crystal clear, the waves stand up, the summer breath is held up with both hands, the memory is silently opened, and now I think of the corners of my mouth. If you come and go, I can still remember the agreement at that time. At that time, the sky was so pure, the skirt was as light as clouds, the sea breeze was so cool and the sunshine was so free. Your gentleness still gives me the courage to surf. The clouds in the reflection of the tide lifted me up in the same summer, warm but lonely. When will the guqin ring again? You're back. -Music-The rainy day cleared up, and the smiling face of the rainbow bend was crystal clear. Wave hands stand upright, holding up the breath of summer. Memory opens silently, and now I think of the corners of my mouth. If you come and go indefinitely, can you still remember the agreement at that time, the sky? A pure skirt is as light as a cloud. At that time, the sea breeze was cool and the sunshine was free and easy. Your gentleness still gives me the courage to surf. The clouds lifted me up in the reflection. In the same summer, when the guqin rang again, you came back here. At this time, the guqin sounded again, accompanied by the harmony of the waves. Who is the blue skirt that came back here in the dark world? The only thing that collapses is emotion or memory. With these things I can't let go, I gradually wake up and stand on the stage and sing loudly. My voice is hoarse and shaking like a walking corpse in the city center. I want to touch my hand, like a dead vine. I looked down at the news. My eyes are bloodshot, and I wear headphones to listen to music. The eardrum burst and the aristocrat was driven off the stage. As I was poor today, I wanted to buy a broccoli and it withered. Lost wallet, lost key, lost hair, split, aged skin, dark circles, crow's feet, pimples and freckles. Can these be destroyed for me? I was told that my brain was a little confused and my social relationship deteriorated. I just missed Valentine's Day, and some roses make me sick. I want to tear them off, and suddenly I find myself in the mirror ridiculous, still clinging to my stupid pride. Anyway, I'm the only one. Laugh, I am the only one in the world. I am the only one who laughs and tears. -Music.-The only scene in the dark world is emotion or memory. With these things I couldn't let go, I gradually woke up and stood on the stage singing, my voice hoarse and trembling like a walking corpse in the city center.

Reach out and touch something. Hands are like dead vines.

Looking down at the news, bloodshot eyes, wearing headphones and listening to music, the eardrum cracked and the nobles were ousted. I want to buy a broccoli because I am poor today, but I have lost my wallet, keys, hair, cracked skin, old dark circles, crow's feet, acne and freckles. Can all these be destroyed for me? It is said that there is something wrong with my brain and my social relations have deteriorated. I just missed the exam time. I feel sick on Valentine's Day. Roses are all bright red. I want to tear them off. Suddenly I found myself in the mirror ridiculous, holding my stupid pride. Anyway, I'm the only one laughing in the world. I am the only one who laughs and tears alone. She finally died at home. I heard that she didn't have a bunch of flowers when she died. The moon rabbit on the messy grave next to the body is working on medicine. Will she return to the sunshine and light that she didn't enjoy before her death? The starting point is the end, but there is still a bridge to the end. The dark shawl stayed up all night, the wolf was singing and breaking the wall, and the curtain mask was pulled up. A night paradise drama will be staged to purify the society. -Music.-I have kindly changed your smuggled wine into sulfuric acid, and all of it has been recycled. You cut off the head of the pest with pickpocketed jewels and a silver sharp knife, smugly thinking that you have become the pride of the people-I am a thief, wearing a black robe, robbing the rich and helping the poor is my slogan, and my legend is wanted all over the city. I walk in the rain of bullets, and I only do my justice. Defective laws are meaningless. Whose eyes are fixed, but I can't be locked. That stupid COP wants me to serve time. I am a thief, a dark ghost, with no glory but sin. Although I have been abandoned by the times, some people will still thank me for being a thief.