琉璃
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
A run-down scene, the specter of debauchery singing,
Black rosemary blooming vines meandering growth
The soul looked, beliefs Scarlet moonlight
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
Long-haired vampire queen opened the dusty window
The deadwood shadow as her face, pure, such as teenage
Resentment of her voice, together with the souls of chant
Loved one, you remember I look like
I demeaning the night, you sad
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
Lounging on the statue in the distance, Brokeback hidden in the side
That is the goddess of fantasy, with the middle finger to the direction of the
Small red flowers in her side, it is a paradise
In front of an abyss, the river murmuring flowing
Blood, like the river, irrigation bloodthirsty desire
It was the queen's soup plate, in full bloom deterioration soup
She would cut off the neck of the flower, and asked whether it sad
Distant lover, ah, you remember I look like
I was bleeding, you sad
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
Sun and the moon shining growth and decline, but I can only see the moon
She painfully addicted to the taste of blood-red full-bodied and silver fragrance
Queen crooned broken neck flowers lying at her feet
They like cold places, hidden in the abyss of dead tree
Each of the dead of the night, listening to the blood in the secret underground sound
They like strange chant and the Deathly Hallows singing
Sing is the retaliation or sparse in despair
Lover away, do you remember me look like
Why did not run into your eyes when I looked down at my funeral
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
Flowers there is an appearance, in the quiet growth
If there is no quiet moonlight How could such a cool `
The dilapidated grass distributing rotten fragrance
Beautiful elves in the palace secret wander
They also miss the grief who with memories
Vine winding Man lush, hidden desire for revenge
Waiting for the day to come, like the taste of the soup to taste blood
Favorite people, ah, you and me
Waiting for love to come, we were buried with
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
Life wanton growth, lookout endless sorrow
The flowers bow singing, singing undead advocates
Local memories must have lilies in bloom
Away Juvenile backs, embedded in tearful orbital
The love nobody blessing will not perish
Some chose to cowardly, it was decided to be strong
The blue melancholy river Can wash past
Can someone stick did not forget everlasting agreement
Weak excuses and casual perfunctory stifle a beautiful flower
That beautiful wilt become hurt into hate waiting into a bloody desire
I want to find him regardless of whether he has changed appearance
I will remember the look in his eyes, once as perfectly clear
I will remember his vows, once as loud
I will remember his betrayal had so let me leave the panic
He had left with my gentle cold palm
He will be very happy, because I blocked
I am back to where I belong
Because of love, I gave up again alone in the dark wander
The poor queen and her flowers.
The final choice alone drank a blood soup
Dear people, whether you're aiming for
Inadvertently reminds you once beautiful bride
Transferred to the moment of the grave of love, has come to mean the demise
All lament, are the living, self-sentimental
A run-down scene, the specter of debauchery singing,
Black rosemary blooming vines meandering growth
The soul looked, beliefs Scarlet moonlight
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
Long-haired vampire queen opened the dusty window
The deadwood shadow as her face, pure, such as teenage
Resentment of her voice, together with the souls of chant
Loved one, you remember I look like
I demeaning the night, you sad
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
Lounging on the statue in the distance, Brokeback hidden in the side
That is the goddess of fantasy, with the middle finger to the direction of the
Small red flowers in her side, it is a paradise
In front of an abyss, the river murmuring flowing
Blood, like the river, irrigation bloodthirsty desire
It was the queen's soup plate, in full bloom deterioration soup
She would cut off the neck of the flower, and asked whether it sad
Distant lover, ah, you remember I look like
I was bleeding, you sad
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
Sun and the moon shining growth and decline, but I can only see the moon
She painfully addicted to the taste of blood-red full-bodied and silver fragrance
Queen crooned broken neck flowers lying at her feet
They like cold places, hidden in the abyss of dead tree
Each of the dead of the night, listening to the blood in the secret underground sound
They like strange chant and the Deathly Hallows singing
Sing is the retaliation or sparse in despair
Lover away, do you remember me look like
Why did not run into your eyes when I looked down at my funeral
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
Flowers there is an appearance, in the quiet growth
If there is no quiet moonlight How could such a cool `
The dilapidated grass distributing rotten fragrance
Beautiful elves in the palace secret wander
They also miss the grief who with memories
Vine winding Man lush, hidden desire for revenge
Waiting for the day to come, like the taste of the soup to taste blood
Favorite people, ah, you and me
Waiting for love to come, we were buried with
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I find requiem hall
Life wanton growth, lookout endless sorrow
The flowers bow singing, singing undead advocates
Local memories must have lilies in bloom
Away Juvenile backs, embedded in tearful orbital
The love nobody blessing will not perish
Some chose to cowardly, it was decided to be strong
The blue melancholy river Can wash past
Can someone stick did not forget everlasting agreement
Weak excuses and casual perfunctory stifle a beautiful flower
That beautiful wilt become hurt into hate waiting into a bloody desire
I want to find him regardless of whether he has changed appearance
I will remember the look in his eyes, once as perfectly clear
I will remember his vows, once as loud
I will remember his betrayal had so let me leave the panic
He had left with my gentle cold palm
He will be very happy, because I blocked
I am back to where I belong
Because of love, I gave up again alone in the dark wander
The poor queen and her flowers.
The final choice alone drank a blood soup
Dear people, whether you're aiming for
Inadvertently reminds you once beautiful bride
Transferred to the moment of the grave of love, has come to mean the demise
All lament, are the living, self-sentimental
