The blood queen makes trouble on campus

Chapter 125 Lyrics of Repentance Song

(Seeing Master Qingluan saying that this song is actually not bitter, Mu Yu...hehe, I actually didn’t listen to it either. Because when I read the profile, I said that this song is too sad, and many people who listened to it committed suicide It's all listed as banned songs, and I didn't dare to listen to it...

But it shouldn't affect the following content too much...

If you want to keep it, just comment later, if you don’t want to keep it, I will delete this chapter after a while, so as not to occupy the number of words)

Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of requiem

A ruined scene, ghosts singing wildly
Black rosemary blooms and vines grow
The soul waits and believes in the bloody moonlight
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of requiem

The long-haired vampire queen pushed open the dusty window
The dead branches cast shadows on her face, pure as a young girl

Her mournful voice sings with the dead

Beloved, do you still remember what I look like?

Did you grieve the night I was buried

Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of requiem

The statue lying in the distance, the broken arm is hidden aside

That is the madness of the goddess, pointing the direction with the middle finger

Little red flowers bloom beside her, that is heaven
There is an abyss ahead, and a small river flows
The blood-like river waters the bloodthirsty thirst

That's the queen's soup plate, full of stale soup

She'll cut off the flower's neck and ask if it's sad

been sad

Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of requiem

The sun and the moon brighten and fade, but I can only see the moon
She has an intoxicating taste, the richness of blood red and the fragrance of silvery white
The queen sang softly, and the little flower with a broken neck lay at her feet
They like cold places, hiding in the abyss beside dead trees
Every dead night, listen to the secret sound of blood underground

They like eerie chant as much as the song of the dead

Is it the revenge of extravagant dreams or the desperation of sparseness

Beloved, do you remember what I look like

Why didn't I meet your eyes when I looked down at my funeral
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of requiem

The flowers there look the same, they are all growing quietly

If there is no quiet moonlight, how can it be so shady`
The decayed meadow smells of rot
The beautiful elf wanders secretly in the palace

They are also missing who is sad with memories

The vines are lush and winding, hiding the desire for revenge

Waiting for that day to taste the soup that tastes like blood

Dearest, are you the same as me?

Waiting for love to come, we're buried together

Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of requiem

Life grows wantonly, watching endless sorrow

The flower bows its head and sings, sings the claim of immortality

The memory of the place with manjusawa must be blooming
The back of the boy far away, embedded in the tearful eyes
Love that no one blesses will not perish

Some choose to be cowardly, some choose to be strong

Can the blue and melancholy river wash away the past
Can someone stick to the eternal promise?
Weak excuses and casual perfunctory kill a beautiful flower

That beauty withers in waiting, turns into wounds, turns into hate, turns into bloody desire
I'm going to find him whether he's changed or not
I will remember his eyes, once so clear

I'll remember his oath, once so loud

I will remember his betrayal, the haste that made me leave like that
He has gone with my gentle and cold palm
He will be very happy, because without my obstruction

I'm back where I belong

Because of love, I gave up on myself and wandered alone in the dark again
The poor queen is like her flowers.
In the end, I chose to drink that bloody soup alone

Darling, wherever you go

please inadvertently think of your once beautiful bride
The moment love goes to the grave, it already means death
All the screams are the self-sorrow of the living
(End of this chapter)