【英文版】
Smelling the fragrance of lemon verbena, find a temple
A dilapidated scene of debauchery, red camellia singing
Black rosemary bloom, red roses winding growth
Soul looked, faith bloody moonlight
Long hair bloodthirsty witch, open the dusty window
Red poppies in her face, as pure as girls
Her voice resentment, chant together with Margaret
Beloved, do you still remember me.
I was buried in the evening, you are always sad
Distance lying grandiflora 1000-petal sunflower, hiding in the side
The witch Rhapsody, with the middle finger pointing direction
Mandarin Jasmine in her side, it is heaven
Blood like water, irrigation bloodthirsty desire
That is the witch soup dish, soup containing metamorphism
She would cut off June snow neck, ask whether it is sad
She has taught people indulging in taste, red and purple......
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