I am a Cinderella. God gave me a fairy tale dream. If possible, I would rather never wake up.
When I was drunk, I dreamed of deep love, but when I sighed, my fate was shallow, my fate was unfair, and I was lonely and miserable.
A glass of turbid wine, drinking away the prosperity, his face is in the mist, with a warm smile, accompanied by the slowly falling flowers, quietly, in the night, slightly cool.