The construction to destory
The making-up to justify
The wishing is joy to fill yourself
You follow into the ideal
In the heart of the rotten corpse
You get addicted to be rotten
Don't lose sight of you
Be ashamed of your silly ideal
But you can't give your past days at all
You will be sure to get everything
You still get addicted to be rotten?
You fall in the rotten body ignorantly
