How many kinds of masks can a person have in his life? How many kinds of masks do you have before? I watched the martial arts student on TV wipe his face and change his face, and the crowd's applause swept over him like a huge wave. At the end of the curtain, he smoothed away the red spots on his face, revealing his true face, and he turned out to be a handsome young man. I thought of you.
I first met you nine years ago. The red beans were born in the southern country, and the bitter medicine of longing was taken away in one drink. From then on, it was difficult to sleep at night.
I met you again five years ago. It was the season in August when osmanthus fragrantly bloomed for seven miles. We passed each other silently, understanding each other tacitly. I thought you would hold me back, but you didn't.
Now, the new wind coming from the north invades this city and passes through people's bones. I hesitate to think of the smell of your coat and feel timid.
Before, which martial artist were you? You were also a born collector. The longer you go, the more masks you have on your face. Stop showing off proudly, have you seen anyone bleeding for you?
When we were sixteen years old, we were crying and laughing stupidly. That day you whispered crazy words in my ears: "In the next life, I would like to be a little person and live in the ventricle of your heart. If you cry, I will accompany you, if you laugh, I will accompany you. It doesn't matter that you don't know my existence, I will end with the end of your life. It doesn't matter if you get married, because no one can replace my position in your heart."
The red thread of fate entangles us. Let me break your mask.