A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted to rotten flesh With an expressionless face I watch the lonely scenery Losing you Love and hate start to become clear Losing you What else is there to care about? When a dove no longer symbolises peace I'm eventually reminded That they are vultures feeding in the public square I use a beautiful rhyme To describe love being robbed Oh The dark clouds begin to cover The colour of the night is not clean In the park The echo of the funeral Flying in the boundless sky The white rose I gave you Withered in the pure black surroundings The crow is peculiarly very silent on the tree branch Silently listening My black overcoat Wants to warm you up The memories that are day-by-day becoming colder Walk past Walk past The life Oh Hazy fog is all around I am at the vast and boundless cemetery I'll still love you when I'm old I play for you Chopin's Nocturnes Commemorating my dead love The same sound as the night winds Heart breaking sounds good My hand strikes the keyboard lightly The recollections I gave are very careful The place you are buried at is called The Other World I play for you Chopin's Nocturnes Commemorating my dead love And I conceal my identity for you Playing the piano under the moon The feeling and response I have towards your heartbeat It is still so warm and intimate I miss that bright red lipstick of yours Those dragonflies with broken wings Scatter down onto this forest And my eyes Have not a single shred of sympathy Losing you Tears are unclear Losing you Even my smile has a shadow The wind at the rooftop grown full of moss Jeers at my sadness Like a dry well without water I use a sad but beautiful font To describe that love that is too late to regret
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