Her Withering Petals

A manifest of his crucified hope Familiar sound, reflecting his own blood Haunting, yet intriguing No watcher, no lock, only the sweet voice 他所有的憧憬早已被钉死在十字架上 久别的嗓音突然重唤,从血脉深处徜徉 绕梁不绝,让他迷惘 没有监视的目光,没有枷锁的阻隔,只有甜蜜的呼唤 Daringly stepped out to see things clear