A rouge pavilion, three rouge women, three episodes of love and hatred, a dream of right and wrong in the world of mortals, leaving only a wisp of rouge fragrance.
She said, "The rouge is red, the rouge is fragrant, and the beauty is alone and haggard."
She said, "A pair of skillful hands cannot match your hands playing the piano, nor can they capture your heart playing the piano."
She said, "Although pearls and hairpins are beautiful, without the person wearing them, they are just cold metal objects."
As long as they live in the world, they will perform the emotions of that life in the rouge pavilion. No one knows who is haggard in front of the mirror, no one knows who the rouge is for. The rouge is beautiful, but it only leaves a wisp of fragrance. Although it is vulgar, it is true.
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