命运真的好幽默。朱槿，你是故意的吗？在传说里星期五和13都代表着悲伤和不幸，而你竟然选择这样两者结合的日子离开我。

这一首歌你一定记得吧，你曾经还戏谑般唱给我听，现在我送给你。

sundayisgloomy,myhoursareslumberless,

dearest,theshadowsilivewitharenumberless,

littlewhiteflowerswillneverawakenyou,

notwheretheblackcoachofsorrowhastakenyou.

angelshavenothoughtofeverreturningyou

wouldtheybeangryifithoughtofjoiningyou

gloomysunday，sundayisgloomy，withshadowsispenditall

myheartandihavedecidedtoenditall

soonthere’llbeflowersandprayersthataresad,

iknow,letthemnotweep,

letthemknowthati’mgladtogo

deathisnodream,

forindeathi’mcaressingyou

withthelastbreathofmysouli’llbeblessingyou

gloomysunday

dreaming,iwasonlydreaming

iwakeandifindyou

asleepinthedeepofmyheart

deardarlingihopethatmydreamneverhauntedyou

myheartistellingyouhowmuchiwantedyou

永别了，亲爱的槿。