Everyone loves that little girl with soft eyebrows and soft voice.
She can laugh, act coquettishly, and give candy to neighbor children.
It looks as docile as a little rabbit that can be kneaded.
No one knew that there was a coldness in her eyes that did not belong to a child.
That's the price of being chosen by metaphysics and targeted by secret experiments.
Talisman paper and circuits are intertwined, yin and yang are intertwined with data,
She is the most perfect "container" and the sharpest knife.
When others cry and beg for mercy, she remains expressionless;
When life and death were on the line, she was as calm as a child.
She used her young shoulders to carry the fate and conspiracy that did not belong to her,
Leave all your tenderness to those you want to protect.
