Mom, take care of me, my red wedding dress.

Don't let me die too early.

Ah ~ ~? Ah ~ ~? Ah ~ ~

Late at night Your falling hair

Late at night You closed your eyes.

This is a secret agreement.

Belong to me? belong to you

The wedding dress is red.

The poison is white.

I hope the woman you touched won't stop bleeding.

It's not my fault for a spring night.

I hope the woman you touched is rotting. This song? Four minutes and 44 seconds? ! !

Curse her boyfriend's betrayal in the form of songs! Number 9? My sister is holding a doll.

My sister is holding a doll.

Go to the garden to see cherry blossoms.

The doll cried for her mother.

The birds in the tree are laughing.

A doll? A doll? Why are you crying?

Do you remember what your mother said?

A doll? A doll? Don't cry.

Tell me what you are thinking.

I used to have a home.

Dear mom and dad.

One day my father was drunk.

Pick up the axe and go to mom.

Dad. Dad? Cut a lot.

Red blood dyed the wall red.

Mom's head? Get under the bed.

Her eyes? Still looking at me

(Dad? Mom? Why? Why? )

And then what, dad? Ask me to help him.

We buried our mother under the tree.

And then what, dad? Lift an axe

Peel my skin and make a doll.

This song is not a children's song!

None of the Japanese dolls you buy now have mouths! !

It is also because of this story.

No.8

Suicide is painless.

Suicide is painless?

Through the morning fog

Everything I saw became an illusion.

I can see.

All the pain left me.

Suicide is painless.

Can bring a lot of changes.

If I wanted to.

I can accept it or give it up.

The game of life is not easy at all.

I will lose it anyway.

When this process begins,

The pain will get deeper and deeper and overflow from the wound! Is this song composed? What did you do when you killed yourself? Seduce people to commit suicide with very strong temptation.

Song? Every word is a pearl? Death! ? Instigate others to commit suicide! ?

Lack of concentration? ! ? Maybe I will go! ! Number 7?

room of angel

You lied and kept silent in front of me?

Your tears mean nothing to me.

So go to sleep, in your only memory.

Cry, my dearest mother.

This is a lullaby that makes you close your eyes. Farewell.

I won't cry for you, oh, my mother.

This is a lullaby that makes you close your eyes. Farewell.

Farewell.

A child, right? Your own? Mom killed him?

Will his mother? Eat all flesh and blood raw! ! ?

Not sad at all! ?

On the contrary, with happiness! ?

Too fucked up? Gross! ! NO.5 black Sunday?

Desperate Sunday? ?

My time is sleeping? ?

Dear, I live in countless shadows? ?

White flowers will no longer wake you up? ?

Black sad car (hearse! ) Behind your back? ?

Angels don't look back at you? ?

Are they angry because I want to join you? )? ?

Desperate Sunday? ?

Despair on Sunday? ?

With the shadow, I'm finished? ?

My heart and I believe this is the end? ?

Soon the flowers and prayers here will be sad? ?

I know, (this prayer) to make them stop crying? ?

Let them know I'm happy to leave? ?

Death is not a dream? ?

Because I caressed you in death? ?

At the last breath of my soul, I bless you? ?

Desperate Sunday? ?

In a dream? ?

Am I dreaming? ?

I woke up looking for you? ?

My heart fell into a deep sleep? ?

Honey. ?

Sweetheart, I hope my dream won't make you sad? ?

My heart tells you how much I miss you. ?

Desperate Sunday? .

Then, one day, in a bar in Belgium, people were drinking and listening to music. When the band just finished playing the orchestral work Black Sunday composed by French composer Rez Ceres, they heard a hysterical cry: "I can't stand it!" I saw a young Hungarian lift his neck, drank all the wine in the cup, pulled out his pistol, aimed at his temple and pulled the trigger, and fell in a pool of blood with a bang. ?

A woman investigated the case, but she tried her best to find out the reason why the young man committed suicide. Finally, she bought a record of Black Sunday played by the band that day, thinking that she might find some clues to solve the case from here. After playing a record once, she also committed suicide. People found her last words on her desk: "Sir, I don't need to continue investigating the case I accepted. The murderer is the music" Black Sunday ". When I was listening to this piece of music, I couldn't stand the stimulation of its sad melody and had to decline the world. " Answer? Faker hopscotch

I swear to lie.

I swear. See?

I vowed to be a cripple.

I vowed to be a liar.

I vowed to climb.

I swear. I swear.

I vowed to be a liar.

Your words are superfluous.

Your face is broken.

Your sky will fall.

Your dreams will be shattered.

You will destroy all the evidence.

You will forget all hope.

You will break your cage.

This world is unfair.

Why not leave it as it is? . Sing a song with deep resentment! A deep curse!

To the injustice of the world! !

Resentment for the world!

Despair of the world!

For everything

Gross!

Because the composer is lame!

Too many grievances in childhood! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

He died in his twenties with a deep curse!

Thirteenth pair of eyes

Come too late at night. Too late? Missed the flight I missed? The night is long and the people are sparse? The ups and downs in my brow? I've waited too long. Too long? Birds shuttling through the dawn? Against the wind (my thoughts are her wings against the wind)? Huh? So the thirteenth pair of eyes is used for sadness? I used to miss your window covered with petals at night. Don't you know? I opened my thirteenth pair of eyes in your dream? Your dream is silent. I planted lotus seeds in your dream? I know. Is it? You sang a bird song in your dream? I know, too? Are you a tear when you leave? But the thirteenth pair of eyes rises in the wheat field? Illuminate disappointment and cut the wound at night? I just want to listen to your song? Dawn, birds know the season of flowers? I told you in my dream, please forgive my Shanshan? Because the night will go out? I want you to know? My red-violet blooms in your dream? I want you to know? I am the guardian of your dreams? I want you to know? I am the king of the night. The thirteenth pair of eyes is a pair of bitter eyes. Everyone who comes into contact with it seems to be stared at by death until the listeners fall into the arms of death one by one. No one knows how many people's lives have been destroyed by these eyes, and we can only infer from their names. Unlike the confession called by God, the thirteenth pair of eyes is an evil curse.

The thirteenth pair of eyes has the sound of death. Together with Black Sunday and Confessions, it is called the three greatest magic (forbidden) songs in the world. However, there are many so-called "residual songs" on the Internet, in which a large number of prolonged grinding sounds are used, and the melody is strange and makes people feel uncomfortable. Of course, it is also important to listen to psycholinguistic cues before listening. Many of these stories may be attached later. No one can hear you

I often feel scared.

I seem to have forgotten how to speak at that time. ...

No, I will never speak again. what can I say?

There's nobody there. There is nothing to say. ...

Therefore, I prefer to lie quietly in the deepest part of the darkness. ...

Listen to the darkness, the sound and the whispers of people.

And share something. ...

However, there is no hope and no one there.

No, no, no ... there is no living soul there, and there is nothing to say now.

I lay alone in the deepest part of the darkness,

I slept most of the time, suffering from inexplicable pain. Sing a song! I tremble when I type a word! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

From hell! ! Style of the song! Name!

It is named after death! ! ! ! ! !

Author! No.65438 +0 Confessions Smelling the smell of blood, I found the Requiem Hall? Ruins, ghosts singing, black rosemary blooming, vines winding? The soul looks around and believes in the bloody moonlight? Smelling blood, I found the rest house? The long-haired vampire queen pushed open the dusty window? Dead branches shine on your face, pure as a girl? Her plaintive voice sang with the dead? Honey, do you remember me? Are you always sad the night I was buried? Smelling blood, I found the rest house? A statue in the distance, a broken arm hidden aside? That's the fantasy of the goddess, indicating the direction with the middle finger? Red flowers are blooming beside her. Is that heaven? The abyss ahead, the river gurgling? River water like blood, eager for irrigation? Is that the queen's soup plate? Is there a bad thick soup? She would break the flower's neck and ask if it was sad. Distant lover, do you still remember my appearance? Do you always feel sad when I bleed? Smelling blood, I found the rest house? The sun and the moon compete for glory, but I can only see the moon? She has an addictive smell, a strong blood red and silvery white fragrance? The queen was singing in a low voice, and the little flower with a broken neck was lying at her feet? They like cold places and hide beside dead trees in the abyss? Every dead night, listening to the sound of underground secret blood? They like weird songs, like the songs of the dead? Is it extravagant revenge or sparse despair? Distant lover, do you still remember my appearance? Why didn't I meet your eyes when I looked down at my funeral? Smelling blood, I found the rest house? Where all the flowers are growing quietly? If there is no quiet moonlight, how can it be so cool? `? The dilapidated grassland gives off a rotten fragrance? Beautiful elves are secretly wandering in the palace? They are also thinking, who is sad with memories? Fujiman is lush, hiding the desire for revenge? Waiting for that day to come and taste the soup that tastes like blood? Dearest person, are you like me? Waiting for love to come, we will be buried together? Smelling blood, I found the rest house? Life grows wantonly, watching endless sadness? Flowers bow their heads and sing immortal? Memories of the place with Mansa Zhu Hua must be in full bloom, right? Away from the back of teenagers, embedded in tearful eyes? Love that no one wants will not die because of it? Some people choose cowardice, others decide to be strong? Can the blue and melancholy river wash away the past? Can anyone stick to the old agreement? Weak excuses and follow-up actions The composer of ........................................................'s Confessions is an American, and it is said that when he wrote it, it was the anniversary of his death. A seemingly ordinary religious atonement song led to thousands of suicides. Therefore, it was named "Song of the Devil". ? Suicide is nothing more than the most devout believers. While confessing their crimes to God, they became more and more unbearable to their retribution and punishment in painful real life, so they chose to end their miserable lives. Christians? Believe in the existence of heaven and accept God's recall. In the song Confessions, death is no longer terrible. The sooner they arrive, the sooner they will be freed, and the believers can't wait to leave the hell on earth and ascend to heaven? An ideal heaven ...? At present, people can't understand the mood of countless lost souls behind Confessions. We can't end our lives one by one, not because we are open-minded. In the cold world of tears, evil still fills every corner around us, but we don't feel their existence, and the dark red heart has long been numb. Don't feel how powerful you are. When you encounter something unusual, your vulnerability will be infinitely magnified. )