I know this landscape is nonexistent
The wind flows out of the sky
Making pitter-patter of rain
In the drumming woods
My kid plays a violin
Snow melts on the distant hill
The rose weeps on the arid land
In the darkroom, the stars faded,
Wars on the screen never cease
My kid plays a violin
Brakes the silvery string
Look！blood has oozed from the wall.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
I know this landscape is nonexistent
The wind flows out of the sky
Making pitter-patter of rain
In the drumming woods
My kid plays a violin
Snow melts on the distant hill
The rose weeps on the arid land
In the darkroom, the stars faded,
Wars on the screen never cease
My kid plays a violin
Brakes the silvery string
Look！blood has oozed from the wall.
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