I still remember when the golden crow fell,
I still hear yesterday's whispers.
When I wake up from the dream, love and hate diminish,
The love is so deep that there is no separation or separation.
Compose a poem for her desperate love, compose a poem for her corroded soul, compose a poem for her retreating back...
Original name: "The Perfect Vicious Female Supporter", but later I felt that the name was too... So I changed it.