A song dedicated to CK was sung by a man and a woman.

I think there is nothing better than dying with you.

In this sea of sunflowers

Let the sun burn our rotting bodies.

Penetrating our souls and purifying them.

We are all so paranoid about pure despair.

Ren Mi's defeated heart is exposed in a dark grave and will never see the light.

The coffin full of resin fragrance is full of blood-red wildflowers.

That day was full of funerals.

There must be dazzling sunshine on that day.

There is an indomitable passion and madness.

We choose the sea of sunflowers as the bed.

Copy with each other's most primitive impulses and desires.

You gently licked the unhealed wound on my left chest.

I studied the broken wings of Daraxiu carefully.

You licked me quietly, Daraxiu, and my tears wet my chest.

Narcissists go to heaven.

Listening to each other, the blood in the blood vessels is gurgling.

You said it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

I think I need to find a place

A secluded island or a biased village

And then let you lock my wandering eyes

Buried in the purest posture under an unknown tree.

You gently licked the unhealed wound on my left chest.

I studied the broken wings of Daraxiu carefully.

You licked me quietly, Daraxiu, and my tears wet my chest.

Narcissists go to heaven.

After happiness, there is a subtle roughness in the air.

Lian Fang still happily and willfully armed to the teeth.

Evaporating eyes will still emit lasting light.

Shoot the black heart that is imprisoned and fermented.

You gently licked the unhealed wound on my left chest.

I studied the broken wings of Daraxiu carefully.

You licked me quietly, Daraxiu, and my tears wet my chest.

Narcissists go to heaven.

Candlelight moth shadow drift ether disturbs red wine delivery

Jesus and Satan will meet at midnight.

Are these bodies transformed or burned?

What can an evaporated soul call back?

Daraxio, this is not your crime.

Daraxio, this is not your crime.

All the remains are hidden in the carved wardrobe in the middle ages.

Bats break through the sun and snuggle with psychic black cats

A girl who dies young will hum a gorgeous sigh.

A pair of aesthetic spirits of death.

You gently licked the unhealed wound on my left chest.

I studied the broken wings of Daraxiu carefully.

You licked me quietly, Daraxiu, and my tears wet my chest.

Narcissists go to heaven.

You gently licked the unhealed wound on my left chest.

I studied the broken wings of Daraxiu carefully.

You licked me quietly, Daraxiu, and my tears wet my chest.

Narcissists go to heaven.