For whom does the mutilated body reincarnate again, and the figure is chased countless times... Until it disappears.
You only think about whose smile is as beautiful as a flower, but have you ever cared about who promised you ten miles of red makeup?
The night reflects your clear watery eyes, and the blood flowers show her heartless tears.
The fake show is done for real, and I don't know when the actors are soaked in true feelings.
That year snowflakes fell and plum blossoms bloomed on the branches. The love that year left too much hatred...