so then there she talking walking singing ringing her true blues out in the woods yet in the night the scars burn the wound bleeds the coveter the undercover lover disguised in Doctor of philosophy Victim of mentality an evil monster with half heart sheathed under a friendly smile seducing an angel bending, tearing her broken wings using his arrogant blade to slaughter her esteem all of a sudden the gold crystal glass dropped high from the cloud heart shattered soul bittered life cluttered so then there he singing his cruel song: darling I want to destroy you kill you use you surround you with my sweetness and cruelness trembling, tearing, stumbling, stomping tear her into pieces stealing her anchor sucking her blood for love is a fool in his eyes the scars burn the wound hurts then I cry for he whom understands no love and my blind eyes reopened my naive heart renewed watching the scene of a dirty hog wallowing his mud grumbling his fault on all others tresuring the dirt as if he's the King so, shall I surpass the sorrow so how, how shall I surpass the sorrow the indignity the humiliation erasing the imprint is the only way to salvation when you forgive, that's when you surpass. -- 莫听穿林打叶声，何妨吟啸且徐行。 竹杖芒鞋轻胜马，谁怕?一蓑烟雨任平生。 料峭春寒吹酒醒，微冷，山头斜照却相迎。 回首向来萧瑟处，归去，也无风雨也无晴。 --

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