She was aloof and proud, with no eyes for dust.
Since we are born in this world of fireworks, how can we avoid the word "pain"?
Kill or be killed. Being killed is painful, but is killing for fun?!
Why did she have to meet him?
After half a lifetime of ups and downs, can she grow old together holding hands with him?
The rivers and lakes are like the moon in the water, life and death are like flowers in the mirror
Even if I have the world at my fingertips, it is just snow passing through the vast expanse, leaving no trace in the river.