然而今晚他却切切实实地看到了脓包中的玫瑰红最后都如气体一样侵入到他的体内。这些都是他的一部分,可是它们都有自己的生命力和思想!——虽然它们组成了他,但是他对它们却毫无控制力。
To Everything (Tune, Tune, Tune)
There is a season (Tune, Tune, Tune)
And a time to every purpose, under HeavenA time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep