Lyrics of the executioner's last night by Mai Junlong

Sharpened the blade

Trembling for the death row

Blunt the heart

Feel good for me

The blood ditch used to the crack of the body

It's often forced to lower the head and neck

I'll go if I see you wronged

One by one

The executioner didn't care who to do what for

Regardless of this life and reincarnation is still like a pig and dog

But to make a living

In the face of life like I've lived

Be wiped away like sin or tears

Who did these hands just kill

Who are you holding hands with

I'm afraid I'm kissing the back of my neck

Think of the flesh and blood

Why is there no incision

Did I miss it

See the wild dog who is used to crying injustice in the dream

I'm used to clapping my hands when I'm afraid of death

It's said that you could have gone away in 1898

You look up and I tremble

They don't care who they are and what they do for

I know you are not willing to live like dust or pig or dog

I want to live like I can never live enough

What is life

It's like a plant splitting away

Who has just been killed by these hands and who is holding hands

I'm afraid the kiss is behind my neck

Think of the flesh and blood

Why is there no incision

Who told me to stop

Leave the world and let go

After the sad Mantra

Just ask no one to read me

After being a man again and again

Blood can cross the boat