She is the most heart-wrenching woman I have ever seen. In a blink of an eye, the fireworks can't match the exquisite beauty, and the silence is just a bit of dust and smoke.
She likes to step on the jade steps with bare feet, and her emerald-colored skirts with silver edges reflect the passage of time. When the ink hair is tied up and the plain jade makeup is done, there will be no color in the world. Perhaps year after year, when the dust buries the past, what is left behind is not a flick of the finger.
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