沙场上 - 拔刀斋的独白 我轻轻挥袖 惊起一只 红色乌鸦 衔起黑色人骨 朝冬月般的斜阳 渐去 是鲜血渗满羽翼 烈火烧尽残骨 冬寒封杀了暖意? 还是 剑呛啷堕地 我 再也分辨不出 黑白暗明 -- Nothing but mortals here, their limbs thrashing, being pulled by puppet strings, guitar strings. Sweat pouring down from them, like tears for all those things that they no longer had tears for, as they threw themselves against their own invisible demons. ~ by Stumbleine - Another Midnight -