The cold wind is blowing, the night is slightly cool, the blushing face has faded away, and in my heart, there is only a piece of white paper left, and there is no more wind and waves.
The white mist is falling, the sunlight is thin, and the light has not yet arrived. In my eyes, I only see a beautiful woman curling up, but my heart feels cold.
She said: Ah Cong, how about I dance my sleeves for you.
She said: I'm just an actor, huh, I can't bear your love.
She said: Le Li, you can only watch me dance from now on.
An actor, an actor, plays someone's joys and sorrows in the long years, savoring the growth of his own love in singing, reading, and acting.
Such a story.