The ghost fire in the suburbs is the last romance before the relatives leave the world, it is a farewell, and it is also the end

GhostFire

Bury me, in the cold and bone-chilling lake

Plant an acacia tree, live in the silt soil, and the frost is negative

The moon has sunk in the west, and the sun is nearly twilight

Yamakawa Katsushi Risa Aoi, Ara katsukatsu

The grass and trees in the clouds and smoke vibrate on their own, and they are swept away

The dead from the north gathered in the wilderness of the south, feasting and weeping

There are also tireless wooden charm mountain ghosts, wild rat city foxes

The destruction of the country, the curse of the axe

The gods nailed a rusty arrow into my white bone

I filled Chuang Zhou's old bottle with new wine and set up a puppet

Usurp distant longing

Worship you as an unbreakable truth

My speculative system has since been obscured

I love you like the last emperor

The emperor's fate

You are like the temptations of the pagans

I betrayed doctrine and took destruction as salvation

Repeatedly scattered bamboo Jane, a few feasts of erosion rot

The inscription of the last century is notorious

Nature is constantly wiping me off the earth

But in the ruins of Yindu, there are still my relics hidden

I loathe, the herds of roe deer on land

Pervasive

Peeled off the bronze contained in it

My guts

When my body decayed, blue ghost fire rose from the lake

Don't be afraid, don't hide

It was the fireworks that bloomed before I left the world

Say goodbye to you in a grand romantic ceremony

With my 21 grams of hesitation, the curtain closed

May you Guangsha Huaya, Fengdeng grain

Don't be vulgar

2021.12.05