I have met many men in my life, and I have even begun to forget what they looked like. The one who would hold me to sleep on a cold night; the one who was as gentle as jade; the one who had the world in his hands; or the one who was so angry.
I don't know who I love most in this life. Maybe it's true that beauties have had a bad life since ancient times. Even after thousands of years, they still can't escape that so-called fate.