He always felt that there was too much energy in this person. Whenever he tried to define a word for her, it would always change quietly after the initial finalization, and he saw a different version of her.
"You are special." He stared at her eyes that did not look like hers, hoping that she could say something, or reveal something.
She desperately needs love but also needs it very little. She is young and frivolous, so she wants to be loved and longed for, but she always discards it like a pair of worn-out shoes after getting it. She is always pursuing and abandoning. She is confused by this thousands-faced society, but she has not blinded her heart.
"I'm just an ordinary person," she said, dripping with sweat as she looked down at the man beneath her.
They are just ordinary people who have humbled themselves into the dust.