A person's life is like a carefully arranged masquerade. When the childish innocence is hidden under the mask, I learned to escape, learn to disguise, and use sweetness to deceive.
The mask on the face, smiling, sad, crying. Prajna mask, with a ferocious smile. Have you ever thought about what's really behind the mask? What's the truth?
Find me quickly. I'm waiting for you.
Because, I want to be with you.
Now, do you want to hold this hand and have a dream dance made up of hypocrisy?
Come on, dance. . . . . .