Guarding sweetheart's blackened Asian dream

"Swipe—" Yameng walked onto the stage. In the dark, she could still see the eagerly expecting faces of every audience.

"Audience," Qizi's voice sounded, "now is our secret, the secret song—"Moon"! Please enjoy her gorgeous performance!" As soon as the words fell, the surrounding lights turned on .

"The wedding yarn of the moon, the prosperity of the dream. The lamp is thousands of miles away, and the moon is cold." [The wedding yarn of the moon, the prosperity of the dream.The lamp is thousands of miles away, and the moon is cold. 】

"私が探していたって、何です、今まで、私はまたはこんなものが出ききたものを失った.と, 今の中には何かをしようと, At the beginning, あなたはまた私のために涙を操いてしたのだ.” [What am I looking for, and in the end, how much have I lost for this thing.What do I miss? At the beginning, you wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes. 】

"今になっても, 私は向光明の爱に向かって歩きだしたので, あなたは产をから拍ちた." [So far, I am walking towards the bright love, but you have pushed me to the bottom of the valley. 】

"涙, 出さずが营りてきた." [Tears, can no longer flow. 】

"..." Bei Lu closed the curtain, "This... is really Yameng's inner monologue."

At this time, Xi Wu turned around and said, "Rebellion, here we come, let's transform our image."

"...Image transformation!" Yameng's eyes suddenly turned dark purple, bottomless.

"Oh!" The audience all fell down. . . . . .