This is a poem originated from a male actor.
His peerless appearance won him countless graces for half his life.
"The sunset shines through the windows, and the red candles are embroidered in the pavilion.
One day of drama, ten years of hatred will lead to no return. "He married a girl who liked his beauty, but in the end he had to
"The whistle of Yancao was once here. Why don't you lock me up now when you are away from me on the far mountain road?" The parting and abandonment was just because she loved this face. In her and people's eyes, the actor may never be considered a real man.