Are there any Gothic sentences? Don't write poems, similar to: snow sky blue, you eat frozen roses. Thank you very much ! !

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I am just a clown.

It's my job to make you laugh.

I like this job.

Sometimes I hate it.

I hate everything around me.

Don't drive me crazy. I'm going crazy.

Yeah, fuck it.

Never mind what I sing.

This is my last scene.

I put on interesting clothes.

Wear a funny hat

The nose is like a red ball.

Who painted my face like a clown?

The audience is cheering for me to recite the rap lyrics behind my back.

I know I will continue to yell and curse on the stage.

Until people became crazy and began not to want to go home.

They will blend in with my music off stage.

I shouted until I lost my voice.

I am a clown. In everyone's eyes, maybe they like me.

Maybe they hate me.

But no one knows me, no one knows my sadness.

Those losses

People only care about my songs. I'll make you laugh.

Yes, my lyrics are humorous.

Maybe that's what I am in your eyes.

Meaningless, class, impulsive, crisp calls can be tolerated.

Just for fun, just to make you happy.

Is that enough? good

I don't care what I am in your eyes.

I don't care about my songs, and I don't care who I scold.

Even you hate me and say that my mind is dirty.

I don't care about sex because I'm a clown.

Self-esteem means nothing to me.

Even though I cry alone in the silent night

But now on my stage.

I will try my best to pretend to be crazy.

Just to make you happy.

I am just a clown.

Just to make you happy.

I am just a clown.

I'm not a master of ceremonies.

I hate those songs.

But those idiots want to hear it.

That's why I sing like this.

So I became famous.

Hey, you want my autograph?

Rap is my ideal, but what have they brought me?

I don't know

Who really knows rap?

Who really appreciates me?

nobody

They only like the way I struggle when I'm half angry.

Like a clown.

Performing juggling stunts in the greatest show on earth.

Win people's hearts with dirty jokes

When they take off their makeup

Put on ordinary clothes

Who will smile happily when they see him?

nobody

So his soul died.

He has completely lost confidence in his work.

But when he returned to the stage again,

Continue his performance

Looking at people's cursed smiling faces

He doesn't feel well.

Those watercolors were painted on his face.

Like a wall.

Tears fell and his makeup changed.

People don't know that this is a performance requirement.

When he started crying

The audience cheered and applauded again and again.

This is the fate of clowns.

People play with it and abandon it.

But no one will care, only a broken heart

He doesn't even have the right to moan

If he screws up the program, the boss will be angry.

So he tried to hold his breath and managed to control his feelings.

Then I picked up three bottles and threw them into the air to start juggling stunts.

Keep all your sorrows to yourself.

Then let the dignity gradually leave him.

I am such a clown.

The stage is my prison.

I have no choice but to let the music continue.

Let my dream finally become my burden.

Write music in a rough way.

Then sell money to buy food.

When you idiots bought my CD O~

Thank you for helping me solve the problem of survival.

Please turn on the player next.

Welcome to the circus.

The next program is

clown

I am a clown.

I want to make you happy.

I am just a clown.

I'm not a master of ceremonies.

I hate these songs.

But those idiots want to hear it.

That's why I sing like this.

So I became famous.

Hey, you want my autograph?

I am just a clown.

Just to make you happy.

I am just a clown.

I think that's all I have.

I hate these songs.

But those idiots want to hear it.

So I sang it like this.

So I got rich.

Hey, you want my autograph?

Estatic fear-chapter 1

The weak leaves withered,

Falling flowers and leaves (maybe this is a metaphor for myself, an abandoned me)

Remember in Downing Street

I only remember that in the abyss of loss

Sad abandoned plains,

The sadness of lonely wasteland

(mourning; Mourn the abandoned plain wasteland)

Fall asleep

Self-exile in a deep sleep (abandonment)

Mist enveloped the sky.

The fog has locked the sky (there is no hope) (here echoes the gloomy sleep above, like a dream. The sky is bright, but it is shrouded in fog, so there seems to be no way out, so the sky translates into hope.

Just like the past, old memories

Like a broken memory (here echoes the above, there is no hope, because there is no hope, so I can't get rid of living in my own memory. )

The birds' songs are full of the whispers of the breeze.

Accompanied by the melody of autumn

Birds sing and flowers smell in autumn.

The pale and gloomy shape of the moon.

Broken body refutes in the shadow of the moon (shape n, here may be a metaphor for my body, shape)

The line of sight is updated at dusk.

Rebirth at night

This is silent wall relief

The silent wail faded away.

The repressed thoughts reappeared.

Depressed thoughts came back to me.

I heard the lonely choir.

Fate passed me by.

In the past, I heard the chorus of lonely fate.

Be despised in a hot cry

Through my every day.

For a long time, not in the contemptuous eyes of others, Lacrimosa (contempt, contempt)

I cheer to the sky and cherish you,

I cherish the happy time with you and me. Only in this way can I see the care of the goddess of hope. Hope beckons to me, that is, I hope the goddess will take care of me)

The most pleasant pain

Isn't this the most beautiful suffering?

I won't shelter you.

I don't know how to translate this sentence (yours, your things)

Mysterious harmony

Learn the most enjoyable night.

Unknown harmony brings the most beautiful night.

Cover my exposed sight

Dispel loneliness in one's heart

When the shadow tells me, my sadness

Shadow knows my sadness.

Will be relieved by the mist

Disappear in the arms of fog

Why foolish hope?

Why are you still opinionated?

Your unborn cry of passion

Exhaust is unheard of

Cry passionately in loneliness

Under this pleasant sky?

Under this pleasant sky (the sky may be a metaphor for hope)

Because if dusk falls,

Can happiness be far behind?

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Eternal autumn

It seems too sudden

The tragic scene was painted before my eyes.

In the withered leaves, I found my lover.

Bloody, pale, falling into eternity

So quiet ...

Realizing my existence, she turned to me.

Her painful gaze, her last breath.

She whispered:

"Everything dies"

In front of my tearful eyes

Dead and silent, golden.

Autumn Leaves

In front of my tearful eyes

This withered beauty

This eternal autumn

So quiet ...

So quiet ...

Eternal autumn

This seems too sudden.

This tragic scene is depicted in front of my eyes.

I once found my true love among the fallen leaves.

Pale blood, falling into eternity.

So quiet ...

Realizing my appearance, she turned to me.

Her distressed eyes, leaving only the last breath and whispers:

Everything is gone. ...

In front of my eyes full of tears

There is no death and silence, only a golden autumn leaf.

In front of my eyes full of tears

This withered beauty

This eternal autumn

So quiet ...

So quiet ...

Shadow Forest-Sleeping Death

A dim silver stream

Cold and broken silver spring

The light of many stars

As sudden as a star

Born from the throne of dark heaven

The emperor of the dark sky

It swept in when the sun was dying.

Dispel the ruins of dusk

A dim silver stream

Cold and broken silver spring

Eternal glory

Immortal light

Paint the grass in dim tones.

Infiltrate the grass in the dark shadow

When sleeping death passes through the clouds

When sleeping death comes from the clouds

I stood still.

I am very modest.

Marvel with empty eyes

look around

Like a forgotten portrait of happiness

Like a portrait of an abandoned paradise.

Wearing lost colors

Ruins everywhere

I stood still.

I stood still.

Like a sad cemetery statue

Like a weeping tombstone.

I cover my face with my bare hands

I covered my face with my hands.

When sleeping death passes through the clouds

When sleeping death comes from the clouds

I felt a dying hug.

I received that dying hug.

Tired breeze

gentle breeze

Singing a silent lament

Singing a silent lament

The prelude to an unknown tragedy

The prelude to a lost tragedy

Wearing the cold breath of October

Roll to the cold breath of October.

The stars fell from the throne

The stars fell from the throne.

My last hope is gone, too.

My last ray of hope disappeared with it.

In this depressed orchard

In this barren orchard

The last chapter has been written.

The last chapter has been written.

Wearing a broken dream robe

Wearing the robe of dreams.

With the withering of flowers

These flowers have withered.

In this depressed orchard

In this barren orchard

A place where leaves fall.

The fallen leaves are waiting to rot.

I knelt down alone

I kneel alone.

When sleeping death passes through the clouds

When sleeping death comes from the clouds

I stare at the eternal night

I look at this eternal night

I crossed the falling stars.

I walked past the falling stars.

I fell into a forgotten dusk dream.

In the morning, I entered the dream of HarmonyOS system.

Where is my sleeping beauty?

There, my sleeping beauty

A lie to sleep with the dead

Sleep with death.