Sun is out, come bath in the sunlight Moon is out, come bath in the moonlight A bright Moon aloft amid the cast, clear skies Who still cares about the living kind?
I am Hu Tao Wangsheng Parlous 77 owner Don't care for newborns, search for lost souls that still wander With enough money, Hu Tao will personally dig your grave And if you need this kind of service you should better pay
The "Hu" in Hu Tao is the sound when ghosts hush away The "Who" in Hu Tao is what butterflies ask on their way Hu as in "hey, who put me inside of this coffin? " And Tao as in "I can't get out that's not funny! "
Spend everyday looking for a certain short zombie girl Who shouldn't be in this world She is kind of presеrved Hey little zombiе, come here It is getting quite late Hu Tao digged a hole for you
Eldest hilichurl got sick The second one took care The third one brought the medicine Fourth hilichurl prepared Eldest hilichurl got sick The second one took care The third one brought the medicine Asked the fourth if he wants a membership card
Sun is out, come bath in the sunlight Moon is out, come bath in the moonlight A bright Moon aloft amid the cast, clear skies Who still cares about the living kind?
I would like to introduce to you this seemingly young lady She's one of my wall She's my boss The Wangsheng funeral parlour director, Hu Tao
Mr. Zhongli, you gotta sing it, sing it Uhm, well then, please excuse me
Everyday I look forward to the shops I walk by Whatever I will buy, the director supplies Unfortunately forgot to bring my wallet today I know Childe can also pay
Eldest hilichurl got sick The second one took care The third one brought the medicine Fourth hilichurl prepared Eldest hilichurl got sick The second one took care The third one brought the medicine Asked the fourth if he wants a membership card
Sun is out, come bath in the sunlight Moon is out, come bath in the moonlight A bright Moon aloft amid the cast, clear skies Who still cares about the living kind?
Sun is out, come bath in the sunlight Moon is out, come bath in the moonlight A bright Moon aloft amid the cast, clear skies Who still cares about the living kind?