Connected the sea to the port, the port to the Immortal. The Immortal pirates the merchant ships, and the spoils turn into money for pleasure.
Every day brings full or partial visits, the years of oil and waterbeds pass by. One would rather die in the brothel than bow down before carriages and horses.
Others laugh at me as mad, I laugh at others for being unable to see through. Not seeing the sad wind over Great Emperor's tomb, the golden haired cultivated Heaven as their field.
Special verse, for Getto Daze.
Liszt was like hearing something mythical: Mika, such a scumbag, actually had a fiancée?
Since he was young and had been handling cases, he knew he'd be the first among them, the ultimate in the city of foot-washing.
Deal the cards!
Pointing to the circular tags.
All these years, it's incredible that Mika hadn't died of an STD. It was his superb medical skills, being able to administer his own penicillin and synthesizing sildenafil.
