What beautiful lyrics

【Growing Inward】Luo Tianyi\All her fingers grow inward\Until the palms are wet, completely soaked in blood\No one tells the bones not to make a sound\Tearing, licking, chewing, swallowing\So see, this is nothing but a farce\Until the very end, no one sighs\Only destiny is still shocked, unwilling to believe\In fact, sorrow has long been dead\The wind moves her curtains\What a complete body\Hands glide over the gilded book cover\Pain spreads in the blink of an eye\Who is singing in the arteries\Each sound reverberates through the heart\After breaking down barriers\Is only original sin left\The upper respiratory tract is contracting\Suffocation is unavoidable\To escape this world\No matter how lowly, she must perform\Gray-white spreads across the floor\Like vomited stomach acid\Corroding traces of tears\Forging all of her\All her fingers grow inward\Until the palms are wet, completely soaked in blood\No one tells the bones not to make a sound\Tearing, licking, chewing, swallowing\So see, this is nothing but a farce\Until the very end, no one sighs\Only destiny is still shocked, unwilling to believe\In fact, sorrow has long been dead\Peeling back gray skin\Revealing black flesh and blood\Bringing lips close to suck\The taste is incredibly sweet\Murmuring his words\Saliva clings to the esophagus\Pressing tightly against the chest\Heart, don't be naughty\Gums rot first\The taste of rust fills the mouth\The tip of the tongue shrinks into the throat\Losing all moods\Gray-white spreads across the floor\Like vomited stomach acid\Corroding traces of tears\Forging all of her\All her eyeballs grow inward\Until the eye sockets are wet, completely soaked in blood\No one tells the blood vessels not to make a sound\Tearing, licking, chewing, swallowing\So only this way can one see the intertwined nerves\Understand why she was once so lonely\Only destiny is still shocked, unwilling to believe\In fact, redemption has long been freed\All her feet grow inward\All her hips grow inward\All her shoulders grow inward\Her heart grows inward\All her hair grows inward\Until the strands are wet, completely soaked in brain matter\Only then can she no longer be lost\Every decision is not absurd\So see, this is nothing but a farce\Until the very end, no one sighs\Only destiny is still shocked, unwilling to believe\In fact, sorrow has long been dead