Lyrics of Amitabha by Tan Yaowen

Loneliness surrounds me in the dark and tug of war

The flattery danced like a goblin, and the iceberg spurted thousands of fires

A little girl can make many spells attractive, and her eyes will caress her ears

I'm looking forward to the death of Daoxing tonight. My body and heart are gradually falling into warmth

It's too late to call for help

A sentence of sin

I hate you for catching me in your dreams and grinding me

How can we make a fire in paper when the crust is broken by the volcano

It's hard to remember many stories in this evening

The body was unbearable to the pressure of hot sweat, and the man fell into the abyss

It's too late to call for help

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A little girl can make many spells attractive, and her eyes will caress her ears

I'm looking forward to the death of Daoxing tonight. My body and heart are gradually falling into warmth

It's too late to call for help

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Hope for peace

2008.11.22