雾·月露

渐渐地， 我便看不清了。 那明月、那繁星、那美好。 死寂一般， 被埋葬在某处。 雾掩着原本美丽的世界， 使我不得不像苦行僧一样爬行。 命运早已为我点好了灯， 看不惯的人却擅自熄灭了它。 这雾海， 比我自私的痛斥我的自私， 比我浮夸的指谪我的浮夸。 反抗的，他将你折断， 顺从的，他愈发嚣张。 Gradually, I can't see clearly. The bright moon, the stars, the beauty. Dead as a bell, buried somewhere. The fog covered the beautiful world, which made me crawl like an ascetic. Fate has already lit the lamp for me, but people who don't like it put it out without authorization. This foggy sea is more selfish than I am, denouncing my selfishness than I am grandiose. If you resist, he will break you. If you obey, he will become more and more arrogant.