& lt& lt Black Sunday >> 1932 was born in France, but unfortunately 1945 was destroyed. Because in the 13 years that this song existed, people who heard it committed suicide one after another. Hundreds of suicides left suicide notes, saying that they committed suicide because they couldn't stand the melody of extreme sadness. There are countless guitars, pianos and other artists who have closed their hands after playing the lyrics. The author deeply repented before his death. He didn't expect this song to kill so many people himself, so he joined hands with European countries to destroy it. It was a piece of music "Black Sunday" composed by Hungarian composer Lulans Charles at the beginning of last century, which was truly "peerless" in the history of music. This song is still banned from spreading all over the world! This alone can be "unprecedented". What kind of music is this? Have you ever heard of killing music? This song "Black Sunday" is the most enduring invisible killer of mankind. When Lulans Charles created it, it caused a sensation all over the world, not because of its art, but because most people who listened to it committed suicide! According to records, the first person who committed suicide was a British officer. He rested quietly at home and inadvertently began to listen to the CD sent by the postman. The first piece is Black Sunday by Lu Lan Charles. After listening to this piece of music, his soul was greatly stimulated and his mood could never be calmed down. Soon, he took out the pistol at home and ended his life. At the same time as the gunshots sounded, the song "Black Sunday" was still playing, which was the only death clue he left. After in-depth investigation and speculation, the police concluded that he did commit suicide, but this "Black Sunday" was an indirect killer! And warned people not to listen to this kind of music-because the police almost committed suicide while listening to this kind of music! Then it caused a sensation all over Europe. People feel incredible, afraid and curious. Many people who think their psychological quality is ok are curious to collect and experience it for their own exploration. One of the middle-aged men in America, after listening to several songs of Black Sunday, shot himself, and wrote in his last words: "Please take this song as my funeral". Then similar suicide news followed, and the whole world panicked from Europe to America to Asia. At that time, a famous person with great status in Europe insisted that a musician present should play Black Sunday on the piano when attending a concert. At first, the pianist resolutely refused, but he had to play because of the pressure and demands of the curious audience. After the performance, the pianist vowed never to touch the piano again! Since then, the celebrity who made the request has disappeared anonymously, and all countries in the world have begun to destroy all the materials of this piece of music. English Lyrics: Gloomy Sunday-Lyrics Music: Lasso Ceres Original: Laszlo Havel English Lyrics: Sam M Lewis Sunday is gloomy, my time is sleepless, dearest, The shadows of my life are countless little white flowers that will never wake you up. Where the sad black carriage takes you, the angels didn't expect to come back. Will they be angry if I want to be with you? The gloomy Sunday is covered with shadows. I have exhausted my heart. I have decided to end it. Soon there will be sad flowers and prayers. I know, let them stop crying and let them know that I am glad that death is not a dream. Because in death, I caress you with the last breath of my soul, and I will bless you with a melancholy Sunday dream. I am just dreaming. I wake up and find you sleeping and dying in my heart, dear. I hope my dream never misses you. My heart tells you how much I miss you on a melancholy Sunday. On Sunday, my time is sleeping, dear, I live in countless shadows, and white flowers will no longer wake up your black sad car (hearse! ) An angel carrying your back won't look back at you. Are they angry because I want to join you? ) Desperate Sunday despairs with the shadow. I will end it with my heart, and I believe this is the end. Soon the flowers and prayers here will become sad. I know (this prayer) will make them stop crying. Let them know that I am glad to leave death, not a dream, because I caressed you in death. In my last breath, I wish you a desperate Sunday dream. I won't wake up in my dream looking for you. My heart is sleeping, dear sweetheart. I hope my dream won't worry you. My heart will tell you how much I miss your desperate Sunday.