用虚伪的血液浇灌这个世界，用精致的武装保全每个明天。直到小丑只剩下笑脸，直到把溃烂完美遮掩。当假象彻底蒙蔽双眼，面具之后的面孔，谁还看得见？ 　　Cover the world with drops of hypocritical blood, and hold every tomorrow with exquisite arms, till only the clown has a smile on his face, till the ulcer was perfectly covered. When the illusion completely blinds the eyes, who can see the face behind the mask?