在手机上保存，获得更好体验
Derek's soul came back from his grave,
His passing, a cold breezz, left hearts unmoved.
His children now fight for the gold in which he left.
False love, twisted tale, his legacy sold.
Friends and foes alike, gather around the fire.
His memory, but a spark, to ignite their liar's ire.
Derek dies, yes he was never important.
They feast on his fame, he knew it would happen.
Derek died, nothing matters,
Only the underworld now shall be his shelter.
There is nothing, there is no one,
Should be leaving his memory in humans' world.
