The cutting continues, the rationale remains chaotic, and the three lives and three lives last endlessly...
No one knows that she used to be so bright and dazzling, obedient and well-behaved, and was regarded as "other people's children" in everyone's eyes; no one knows that she used to be so unruly, arrogant and domineering, making everyone stay away, when all the prosperity fell away, leaving only the vastness...
It's hard to forget the faint lemon fragrance on Mommy's body; it's hard to forget those hands that are colder than thousands of years of ice; it's hard to forget the bloody peonies blooming aloofly in the white snow. Intoxicated and dissolute, but in the end, I can't escape the law of love...
Gently open your wrist and let the warm memory dissipate in the purest water, together with the bright and handsome face in front of you...