Copywriting Do you know that feeling?
Tethered by a rope, motionless, he could only feel the traces of his life by breathing.
On the tightrope, I'm still smiling at you.
Does it hurt? I have always stood on a high place and kept sharpening myself. He must have been bruised all over by the sharp wire.
Step by step, holding the sword, listening to the command, jumping and jumping.
Like a lion under an animal tamer, it keeps crawling through the fire ring.
Scorched the fur, scorched the heart.
Ah, you laughed, you saw what you wanted to see.
You smiled and asked me why I was crying?
Because after the performance, my toes were still bleeding. Did you see it?
"It's okay, I don't feel any pain."