| Song | Never Ceasing Melancholic Spring |
| Artist | Illdisposed |
| Album | Four Depressive Seasons |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Illdisposed, Summer | |
| He will lead you to the end | |
| Like you lead a horse to water | |
| I myself was gluttonous man | |
| Disembodied by the Lord | |
| Spring my life is led astray | |
| Forced by melancholy and hate | |
| I've got my soul misplaced | |
| But I know who seals my fate | |
| He tells me poetry | |
| And lets me spread the omen | |
| I am blind but yet alive | |
| Slowly I'm reborn, servant of an instant call | |
| Serving only for the Lord | |
| Some say I'm vicious, but they don't know him at all | |
| It's just an issuance of those who envy me | |
| Take my hand and I will show you | |
| Relations to weakness make you wanna cry | |
| My addiction to nothingness I aggravate | |
| The persecution of innocence is now at stake | |
| A simulation of consciousness believes in me | |
| Other species of a dying race are kneeling to pray |
| zuo qu : Illdisposed, Summer | |
| He will lead you to the end | |
| Like you lead a horse to water | |
| I myself was gluttonous man | |
| Disembodied by the Lord | |
| Spring my life is led astray | |
| Forced by melancholy and hate | |
| I' ve got my soul misplaced | |
| But I know who seals my fate | |
| He tells me poetry | |
| And lets me spread the omen | |
| I am blind but yet alive | |
| Slowly I' m reborn, servant of an instant call | |
| Serving only for the Lord | |
| Some say I' m vicious, but they don' t know him at all | |
| It' s just an issuance of those who envy me | |
| Take my hand and I will show you | |
| Relations to weakness make you wanna cry | |
| My addiction to nothingness I aggravate | |
| The persecution of innocence is now at stake | |
| A simulation of consciousness believes in me | |
| Other species of a dying race are kneeling to pray |
| zuò qǔ : Illdisposed, Summer | |
| He will lead you to the end | |
| Like you lead a horse to water | |
| I myself was gluttonous man | |
| Disembodied by the Lord | |
| Spring my life is led astray | |
| Forced by melancholy and hate | |
| I' ve got my soul misplaced | |
| But I know who seals my fate | |
| He tells me poetry | |
| And lets me spread the omen | |
| I am blind but yet alive | |
| Slowly I' m reborn, servant of an instant call | |
| Serving only for the Lord | |
| Some say I' m vicious, but they don' t know him at all | |
| It' s just an issuance of those who envy me | |
| Take my hand and I will show you | |
| Relations to weakness make you wanna cry | |
| My addiction to nothingness I aggravate | |
| The persecution of innocence is now at stake | |
| A simulation of consciousness believes in me | |
| Other species of a dying race are kneeling to pray |