She was young, reckless, and relied on her strong healing ability, so she never worried about getting hurt.
You can't expect everyone to know when enough is enough, just as you can't understand why there's always someone crazy in love with every piece of trash.
A tortoise can tuck into its shell and watch the world grow cold.
A softshell turtle has to carry its limp, soft burden around, baring its teeth and pretending to be strong.
You can never tell which one is easier to fool, or which one was born hard-hearted.
She was originally a tortoise, but was led to become a softshell turtle.
He was originally a softshell turtle, but was forced to become a tortoise.
And him, her, her, him, him...
[When a few pieces of human trash get together, who do you think will come out on top, and whose heart will be torn to shreds?]
Reminds me of the extraordinary bass. . . Yo is still very young. You should work hard. Only if you write well can you get clicks. I suggest you get a cover.