一位身穿白色连衣裙的女子站在满月前的台阶上
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位于一座古老寺庙的中心, 被时间所掩盖, 鬼影重重, 阴影中的低语. 他的形态空灵, 充满回忆和悲伤, 他在神圣的殿堂里游荡, 被遗忘的明天的遗迹. **第一节: 静默守夜** *石墙孕育秘密,* *由早已化为尘土的双手雕刻而成.* *香烟袅袅, 舞蹈,* *当他穿过月光下的黄昏时.* **第一节I: 失落的圣歌** *他的声音, 幽灵赞歌,* *冷冷回响, 风化的石头.* *曾经是一名牧师, 现在成了幻影,* *吟诵未知罪孽的祈祷.* **第一节II: 破碎的祭坛** *在破碎的祭坛前,* *他跪下, 寻求赦免.* *他的罪孽, 刻在大理石上,* *古老的报应文字.* **第一节V: 未完成的故事** *他是谁? 圣人? 一个情人?* *他的名字消失在寺庙的气息中.* *也许他爱上了一个凡间的少女,* *或者在死亡中寻求启示.* **第五节: 残留的光芒** *他的灯笼闪烁, 投射阴影,* *论诸神与天神纷争的壁画.* *他渴望释放, 赎回,* *超越尘世生活.* **第五节I: 最后的祝福** *所以, 远古幽灵依然存在,* *领域之间, 幽灵哨兵.* *他的故事刻在月光石上,* *寺庙的古老钟声低语.* **结语: 圣殿的心跳** *当夜幕降临, 仔细听,* *你会听到他的叹息, 他平静的恳求.* *因为在圣殿的碎石中,* *过去与现在融合——一曲交响乐.* 还有, 在香火与寂静之中, 远古幽灵编织着永恒之舞, 记忆的守护者, 幽灵火焰, 被束缚在寺庙的神圣恍惚中. 白色衣服 (小圆乳房), (惊人的乳沟), 雕刻小腿, 金色长波浪发, 从侧面, 侧面图,((侧乳)), 微笑
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In the heart of an ancient temple, veiled by time,
A ghostly presence stirs, a whisper in the shadows.
His form ethereal, draped in memories and sorrow,
He roams the sacred halls, a relic of forgotten tomorrows.
**Verse I: The Silent Vigil**
*Stone walls cradle secrets,*
*Carved by hands long turned to dust.*
*Incense smoke curls, dances,*
*As he weaves through moonlit dusk.*
**Verse II: The Lost Chant**
*His voice, a spectral hymn,*
*Echoes off cold, weathered stones.*
*Once a priest, now a phantom,*
*Chanting prayers for sins unknown.*
**Verse III: The Broken Altar**
*Before the shattered altar,*
*He kneels, seeking absolution.*
*His sins, etched into the marble,*
*An ancient script of retribution.*
**Verse IV: The Unfinished Tale**
*Who was he? A sage? A lover?*
*His name lost in the temple's breath.*
*Perhaps he loved a mortal maiden,*
*Or sought enlightenment in death.*
**Verse V: The Lingering Light**
*His lantern flickers, casting shadows,*
*On frescoes of gods and celestial strife.*
*He yearns for release, redemption,*
*To ascend beyond this earthly life.*
**Verse VI: The Final Benediction**
*And so, the ancient ghost lingers,*
*Between realms, a spectral sentinel.*
*His story etched in moonstone,*
*Whispered by the temple's ancient bell.*
**Epilogue: The Temple's Heartbeat**
*When night falls, listen closely,*
*You'll hear his sighs, his quiet plea.*
*For in the temple's crumbling stones,*
*The past and present mergeâa symphony.*
And there, amidst incense and silence,
The ancient ghost weaves his eternal dance,
A guardian of memories, a spectral flame,
Bound to the temple's sacred trance.
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