"DOTA Najia Siren"

(Monologue) The deep ocean has been for hundreds of millions of years. The mysterious magic is brewing. The light of life woven by the waves blooms. How far away can I walk alone like this and wait? I can't see the sky. When the naga stops singing. A dazzling light on the shore attracts the curious girl. The blade rolls into the storm and the sword cuts through the wilderness. 0 The arrogance that looks down on the world, but as light and strong as the wings of dreams, the power of the dancing sword saint, shocking and beating the heart, the girl dances and sings, the dance stops, the music breaks, the four eyes collide, the confidant beauty debuts, the lonely warrior opens his arms, the chaotic continent is calm for a short time, the war of natural disasters ignites the madness of the sword saint Even if you fall in love for the first time, it is unstoppable. The chivalry of the Bushido must smooth out the wounds sown by evil. Before leaving, the secret of the clone, the secret of critical strikes, is the only compensation. The love song behind you is flying. The brave man walks resolutely to the battlefield. All the demons are killed. The sword cuts off the person and he dies in blood. The song ends and the person is separated. The love condenses and breaks the heart. The domineering energy flows from the daughter's body. Drawing the sword and hanging the armor, the anger turns to frost. Enter the guard, break the ice, and kill the Lich King! Throw the battle net to catch ghost birds and imprison bones and horses. Trapped beasts are difficult to fight. Pupils shrink, tremble and enlarge. Under the sound of spells, power condenses and transforms. There are many overlapping images. The mirror and I are intertwined. It is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. Concentrate and breathe. See clearly from all directions. The eyes of the mind are clear. I understand and understand. One strike will kill. Wash away the lead. The charming voice is elegant. The dream is hard to last. The sin evaporates the moment you wake up. The knife swung down sharply, cutting off the scars of unrequited love. The armor was stained with blood and couldn't erase the picture of longing. The chasm of hell collapsed in the pile of devil's bones. The victory of revenge could not replace him. The eyes that had shed tears were as red as the clouds. The pain was sublimated. The screams tore the singing voice and choked into a hoarse struggle. The Naga who cannot sing is no longer accepted by the tribe. Legends carve myths, but no one remembers them. Heroes are everywhere. Not afraid, holding a bunch of sand to bury lovers. Wandering around the world, home all over the world.