Here, they are all beautiful and decisive women like demons.
Some sacrifice their own happiness for love.
Some sacrifice their lives for love.
Some abandon their stubbornness for love.
Some go to their peak for love.
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Because of a love that never belonged to them, they all abandoned everything they had.
They lament the elegy of the thorn birds, piercing their throats for the redness of despair.
They are the most confusing scenery in the world, hazy in the dream of the beloved.
All love is like a river of sorrow.
This is the only text to express the truest and most beautiful love.