The lyrics of these songs.

Words/Music/Arranger: Larry

Singing/Harmony/Mixing Production: Vae (VAE)

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Remember when we were together?

For your birthday.

Listen to music by candlelight.

Eat pizza and drink milk tea

The face is permeated with that kind of happy expression.

22 champagne roses give off an attractive fragrance.

The ring hidden in the birthday cake witnessed all this.

How are you now?

I remember the scene when we broke up.

Cold nights and light winds.

Holding hands, the pain in my heart

All the helplessness is so calm.

The last time I hugged each other, I couldn't help crying.

Will a person feel tired in Manchester late at night?

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I have been frantically looking for you, but I want to escape.

I keep calling you crazy, but you must give up.

I have gradually learned to get used to potato chips and pies.

But all this has become a memory.

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I have been frantically looking for you, but I want to escape.

I keep calling you crazy, but you must give up.

Crispy potato chips and greasy pies represent the ultimate you.

I can't keep you.

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How are you now?

I remember the scene when we broke up.

Cold nights and light winds.

Holding hands, the pain in my heart

All the helplessness is so calm.

The last time I hugged each other, I couldn't help crying.

Will a person feel tired in Manchester late at night?

Editor likui jy.

I have been frantically looking for you, but I want to escape.

I keep saying that you are crazy, but you want to give up.

I have gradually learned to get used to potato chips and pies.

But all this has become a memory.

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I have been frantically looking for you, but I want to escape.

I keep saying that you are crazy, but you want to give up.

Crispy potato chips and greasy pies represent the ultimate you.

I can't do anything to have you again.

We miss each other again and again.

Is it really providence to let you go?

I have been frantically looking for you, but I want to escape.

I keep calling you crazy, but you must give up.

I have gradually learned to get used to potato chips and pies.

But all this has become a memory.

Editor likui jy.

I have been frantically looking for you, but I want to escape.

I keep calling you crazy, but you must give up.

Crispy potato chips and greasy pies represent the ultimate you.

I can't keep you.

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Lyrics: VAE

Composer: VAE

Editor: g.i.k.

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Valve exhaust tail

Let's go

Miko:

In a pile of ruins, I can't get rid of the past

The noise of memories sets off the indifference of moonlight.

I still remember the bloody sunset mercilessly cutting the wound.

The blood from drinking poison corroded the blade of the steel knife.

Reflexively, the dislocated bone creaked.

I once swore to God.

When you cut open the skull, you can only see the blurred position of charring.

Looking at the boundless body of heaven and earth without changing color.

! ! ! ! ! !

The trance-like eyes are drifting away in the noise of killing people.

Resolutely learned of an inevitable catastrophe.

Swing a sword and draw a line. Whose face can't be seen clearly

I once wanted to go to the abyss and bury myself as always.

The phoenix in the fire is a lotus flower that was born to stop a killing.

VAE:

The hazy sky is stepping on black clouds, which gradually aggravates the gap between black and white.

Time is about to put out the dim lights, the war is raging, and the rain is cold on the other side.

The long-lost full moon lit up my hometown.

The sickle red flag floating like a curtain blocked the cold direction.

Han Mike:

The sword was finally forgotten in the dusty corner.

Night blame heaven lonely, no one said.

Whose promise is left?

One day, it will quietly decline.

Who wants the sobbing soul to die slowly under their feet?

All the love and sadness finally

Hands covered, from now on.

Keep your head down and stop talking.

It's time to end! !

It's time to end! !

ye hui mei

Crossword/Rap/Harmony/Production: Vae

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The mottled family emblem rubbed a lonely glow all night, and I realized that feeling.

The candlelight kept shaking, and the owl looked at the distance from the window lattice.

As light as paper.

Light scattering site

He hurried away amid fading applause.

He is singing.

Unbearable harm

The script is on the stage.

The last scene of the performance

The whole village is sitting in their seats.

Quietly watch how time abandoned this theater.

The war stained his tears.

Who is clamoring for candy in the wind?

At the beginning of the story, dust has covered the sun.

Fear is engraved on the children's faces.

The wheat field fell in the direction of the chariot.

The shape of dandelion is drifting away.

It flies in despair.

She just sang and thought about this sad song to stop the war.

Candlelight burning at night

The sky were to fall and the war broke out.

Sad songs travel thousands of miles.

Famine in my hometown

Naive on this road

staggering

He was cut by Miscanthus.

Dear father, I am trapped in a country where I can't see evil. Please forgive my conceit.

No one can say that no one can say that glory is unbearable, and there is a loneliness engraved behind it.

When I closed my eyes, I saw the picture of that dream again. The sky is foggy.

My father took my hand and walked on the quiet stone road in the morning.

It will be beautiful at night ... it will be beautiful at night ...

Each of us has a criminal with different crimes.

I can decide who is right and who should go to bed.

Arguments cannot be settled in endless nights.

Shut your mouth. The only favor

Bow your head and kiss my left hand in exchange for the promise of forgiveness.

That old organ has been playing in the corner.

The black curtains were blown by the wind, and the sunlight penetrated silently.

Sprinkle it on my tame animals.

It will be beautiful at night ... it will be beautiful at night ...

Silent crying Silent crying Loneliness began to ferment.

Laughing at me all the time, memories are burning.

Once innocent pictures, cruel tenderness, fragile time, let's pray together.

Dear father, I am trapped in a country where I can't see evil. Please forgive my conceit.

No one can say that no one can say that glory is unbearable, and there is a loneliness engraved behind it.

When I closed my eyes, I saw the picture of that dream again. The sky is foggy.

My father took my hand and walked on the quiet stone road in the morning.

The party at night will be beautiful ... the party at night will be beautiful ...

Firelight, magic dance, bows and arrows flying all over the sky, girls dancing, maple leaves flying all over the sky.

That fallen grass tree over there indicates that my life is getting better and better.

I look forward to the end of my hometown.

The war will pass, everything will be calm, and the night will be beautiful.

Bauta

Lyrics: Stop composing yesterday: vae Arranger: Borland

The reflection in the river chose to go backwards.

Feelings are fragmented under the cold beat.

The taste of bitter river water

The food in the cold window

The ancient wall sleeps under the quiet bell.

The echo burst quickly under the screams.

Hypocrisy I will never.

A masked ball across the river

I'm not an aristocrat. I don't understand vulgarity.

I was just vague. I'm just lonely

I might care.

The beloved girl danced with a mask under the gorgeous light.

How I wish I had a mask of Venice.

Gorgeous sadness, my waiting is only yesterday's sunset.

Maybe I should end the desolation of my life on the uninhabited Shana River.

How I wish I had a mask of Venice.

Gorgeous sadness, I want to walk barefoot through the frost ahead.

No matter how the snow stops it, at least there is a strong nose on the mask.

Walking in an empty square wearing a mask.

The sun shines to the center of history.

Explore every porch of life

Finally, I found that inferiority complex is a hotbed of pain.

Throw away the mask and think slowly.

If you are bored, look in the mirror, touch your beard and think about yourself.

I must be a prodigal son, not a gentleman.

Playing love games n times wastes coins.

Fortunately, you seem to be full of hypocrisy and hypocrisy.

Please ~ see clearly that you have a pair of beautiful eyes

It's your habit to excrete everywhere.

The faithful rose has long forgotten the funeral, and the floral skirt is just invisible.

They say they believe that they have a mouth rather than a ghost pusher.

In this way, we can only defend what we said.

In a restless society, men and women are randomly matched.

Some things are too lazy to say, and they will lose when they are seen.

They are all for me. I'm just a little boy.

Always looking for someone to hide, X. I have complicated the words I have learned.

I believe you are my angel.

Or come and get a taxi early and pretend not to know later.

Hokkaido flower season.

Word: Stop yesterday.

Song: Vae

Singing/Harmony/Production: Vae

Editor likui jy.

When you start to smell the summer.

I really want to relive that smile.

A mottled feldspar slab bridge in the distance

Grow old with a lonely heart

The mountains are covered with blue lavender.

The backpack you lost when you were seven years old.

In the season when flowers wither, sadness hides behind.

Quietly experience the tenderness on tatami.

The withered sunflower is still waiting.

Maybe silently waiting for me to say stay.

The numbness of the flower season is gradually spreading.

Muttering has long exceeded desire.

In July, the flowers in Hokkaido are getting thinner and thinner.

I turned left and you turned right.

When you start to smell the summer.

I really want to relive that smile.

A mottled feldspar slab bridge in the distance

Grow old with a lonely heart

The mountains are covered with blue lavender.

The backpack you lost when you were seven years old.

In the season when flowers wither, sadness hides behind.

Quietly experience the tenderness on tatami.

The withered sunflower is still waiting.

Maybe silently waiting for me to say stay.

The numbness of the flower season is gradually spreading.

Muttering has long exceeded desire.

In July, the flowers in Hokkaido are getting thinner and thinner.

I turned left and you turned right.

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In the season when flowers wither, sadness hides behind.

Quietly experience the tenderness on tatami.

The withered sunflower is still waiting.

Maybe silently waiting for me to say stay.

The numbness of the flower season is gradually spreading.

Muttering has long exceeded desire.

In July, the flowers in Hokkaido are getting thinner and thinner.

I turned left and you turned right.

Poor kitten

Word: Uradai &; Cats in the Bastille

Song: Vae

Rap: Uradai/Singing: Vae

Editor likui jy.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun hid the dying old through the leaves.

There are swarms of mosquitoes harassing people in the flower gallery in the west of the teaching building.

A dirty kitten curled up under a long stone bench.

The body of the yellow flower with a white background is so hungry that only stumbling feet are left.

How much is the forehead stained with air-dried mud waiting for warmth?

How do you want to explain the stubble with a broken nose?

An empty stomach has no strength to run around with its legs.

I can only stare at the stranger's gloating smile with pale yellow eyes.

How many lives have you exhausted before you exhausted each other's search?

You have been leaning against me, and I hold you carefully.

Whether you whisper to everyone like this or not.

I just wish I could give you all the care.

Let her buy sausages and chew them for you.

Look at her. Please note that you seem so hungry that you don't care much about the taste.

When she left, she just looked back at you and didn't even glance at me.

Maybe this is the second time that we have all been abandoned.

So I put you in my boring bag.

I want you to see the real loneliness of this world.

The butterfly dog in the street looks like an idiot.

Stupid only has a beautiful clean hair.

It has been begging for asylum.

In fact, it is just to buy tickets for other people's eyes.

Walking on the sidewalk where I often wander with my cat in my arms.

Show it the prayers frozen in the window.

The cat said, in fact, your situation is worse than mine, worse than mine.

Whether you whisper to everyone like this or not.

I just wish I could give you all the care.

Let her buy sausages and chew them for you.

Look at her. Please note that you seem so hungry that you don't care much about the taste.

I finally brought the cat back to the school where it first wandered.

At least there's not so much noise there.

At least there's not so much noise there.

In the concrete world, it can't smell the food.

I smiled at it skillfully when I said goodbye.

Tell it, in fact, you have no idea how many prayers I have made for love.

Poor cat can only meow.

Wu Ladai:

Vae, I've been meaning to ask you, are you pitiful?

Vae:

It's pathetic.

Wu Ladai:

Also, why are you singing this song?

Vae:

Because she's pathetic.

Ha ha.

Braque minor

word:vae &； shadow

Song: vae &；; shadow

Sing: vae &；; shadow

Family guests: Mimo

Shadow:

There is a woman walking in the park at 5: 07 in the morning.

The black cloth of the birdcage on the branch covered the emptiness and there was no inspiration to live in it.

Men stand in the shadows, thinking that they are themselves, and the theory is universally applicable.

Crows fly over the residual feathers and decay, and the lawn is full of resentment.

Vae:

Standing on the Sanxiaokou overpass in Hefei, looking down, I am about twenty.

At the crossroads of life stands a black sign.

Science and education bookstores covet cinemas and women's street corners.

Traffic is as untimely as a fast-moving dark cloud.

Shadow:

A black sweater.

Two black sweaters

Some black sweaters.

It can warm the body.

Cold and cold memories.

Occupy my body

Use your warm body

To warm my body.

Vae:

Black stage

Two white light projections

The vacancy on the right

On the left, I can see my arm raised upward.

Multiple Input Multiple Output (MIMO)

Aeschylus' Moonlight Seven Thousand Sad Suggested Testimony.

France isolated Wan Li cold from the north of Qinling Mountains.

The cold dawn, the sunny girl in March and the satisfaction of the swing

Satisfied heart is persistent, quietly waiting for familiar steps.

(Mimo Rap。 )

Vae & shadow:

The night gave him black eyes, but he used them to look for light.

My mother gave me black eyes, which I saw first before.

The night gave him black eyes, but he used them to look for light.

My mother gave me black eyes, which I saw first before.

Shadow:

I am not someone's shadow, although my voice is similar to someone's.

You know who I'm talking about.

My voice is born, given by my mother and given by my father.

I am myself, not anyone's shadow.

Although I grew up, I admire that so-and-so

I really want to ask you not to give me such an ugly name.

What kind of fetus? What kind of fetus?

Huh? Michelin? Or Bridgestone?

Vae:

What is the black camera shooting? Black migrant workers, black nannies, black widowed old people and children.

Not serious, not serious. So what can move people?

A cat, a dog and a rabbit were trampled to death to arouse their protective impulse.

So I feel confused, confused, confused, confused. What should I do?

Dark clouds cover the sun, and the end of the world is coming, coming, coming.

Everyone is walking all the way to the grave. Why do we have to attack each other and make noise?

The night gave him black eyes, but he used them to look for light.

My mother gave me black eyes, which I saw first before.

The night gave him black eyes, but he used them to look for light.

My mother gave me black eyes, which I saw first before.

Church of St. Sofia

Song: Vae

Word: Stop yesterday.

Singing/Harmony/Production: Vae

Editor likui jy.

Walking in muddy footsteps, cold sleep is under your feet.

The church in the early morning quietly divines the cries of the fourth century.

On the way to Istanbul, tears penetrated into the mist.

The blue-gray dead trees have witnessed the temperature of the cross for thousands of years.

The cold stone pillar instantly solidified the empty smile in the mural.

In October and autumn, dead leaves pile up and cover the sunny days.

With the moon's sword hovering in the air.

Those wandering attachments flew away like dandelions.

At that time, I finally bid farewell to boredom.

When I can't see those faces, my mind is always wrapped in chains.

The unchanging thought of St. Sofia's church goes to eternity with prayer.

When I wake myself up, I must lower my head and say sorry to them.

At that time, I finally bid farewell to boredom.

When I can't see those faces, my mind is always wrapped in chains.

The unchanging thought of St. Sofia's church goes to eternity with prayer.

When I wake myself up, I must lower my head and say sorry to them.

At that time, I finally bid farewell to boredom.

When I can't see those faces, my mind is always wrapped in chains.

The unchanging thought of St. Sofia's church goes to eternity with prayer.

When I wake myself up, I must lower my head and say sorry to them.

At that time, I finally bid farewell to boredom.

When I can't see those faces, my mind is always wrapped in chains.

The unchanging thought of St. Sofia's church goes to eternity with prayer.

When I wake myself up, I must lower my head and say sorry to them.