Peach Blossom Luck in the Collapse

(until this prayer revives)

何の世に咕いた花々の涙,

(Tears of flowers blooming in the other world)

Night Breeze く酔いしれ,

(Night Breeze whispers in the ear)

行き方知らぬ端月ガ光して,

(The waning moon reflects the unknown road ahead)

Sad しい世の中,

(in this sad world)

Go り行く人静かに,

(People who are far away are quietly lost in)

切なくていとしくて梦を见て,

(in a painful and pitiful dream)

Love されない flower seal された dream,

(like the flower that is not loved)

この祭りるまで

(this prayer before rebirth)

scatter ri line く 花静かに

(Cherry blossoms are scattered quietly)

Sad しくて优しくて梦を见て,

(in a sad and tender dream)

Love されない flower seal された dream,

(the unloved flower lost in the dream)

この祭りるまで,

(silent prayer until rebirth)

night sky nisaki ita flower 々 の 涙,

(Tears of flowers blooming in the night sky)

The Valkyries didn't speak, but their eyes were red, and several of them couldn't help crying. In Lin Xiu's song, they seemed to see a sad love...

Although a good party turned into a little less lively, everyone still listened quietly, because they felt that there was no more rare night than this night...

Theresa sat on her seat, but frowned, as if she looked very painful...

In the end, the sound of the music came to mind again. Unlike the previous two times, the music did not have the previous atmosphere this time, but seemed mysterious and quiet...

Who is being crowned in the Strike of Thousands of Soldiers...

Ten thousand beasts prostrate to god...

The wind kisses the light feather and lingers with time...

It also pecks at the corner and becomes oblivion...

Day and night are always difficult...

Between mountains and seas…

When the last moment came, the music became active, Lin Xiu's eyes froze, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little. This song is dedicated to Shangxian!

"And break the slumber of pride,

Cut through the dust and fog and go to the blood feast alone,

Only teach the black wind to blow the boundless ice abyss of time,

The lip-tooth staccato is finally put together,

Feathers cast in the fire flutter,

Pass on the other side to pray!

...the music is alive again...

To cry on the top of bones,

Blooming madness in shackles,

Squeeze out the choking in your throat when you hesitate and procrastinate,

Contempt crushes the gray smoke with one hand,

Resounding throughout the world without extinguishing the solitary qian, finally responding to prayers! "