A group of bloodthirsty ants were attracted by carrion, and I looked at the lonely scenery without expression Losing your love and hate began to make it clear that there was nothing else to care about after losing you The dove no longer symbolizes peace. I was finally reminded that the vultures were fed in the square I use a beautiful rhyme to describe love that has been plundered Ah Dark clouds began to cover the night, and the echoes of funerals in the park flew all over the sky The white roses I sent you withered in the pure black environment, and the crows were eerily quiet on the branches Listen quietly, my black coat wants to warm your increasingly cold memories The past, the past life Ah, I am in an empty cemetery surrounded by fog I still love you when I'm old Playing Chopin's nocturne for you in memory of my dead love The voice like the night wind, heartbroken, sounds good Hands on the keyboard tap very gently, I miss you very carefully The place where you are buried is called Youming