Tears were being dyed by the red velvet
The sheep don’t sleep, their death anniversary pursues them
Day after day when the siren sounded, even the sun hides in the clouds
In our ignorant hands
Pistols were given; days and days of being tamed, the heartless week was 7 days
Betrayed by the joker who was left behind, so the ruthless money game
Surely there’s also meaning in the spilt wine; the repeated nights and days
‘Today as well, the moon was beautiful’
There's no more use in pigs that can't fly
There’s no meaning, stopping the assertion and going back home; the unscrupulous gains are so nonsense
If I dream without awakening, be more dazzling; the ruthless money game
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