He, who is he? He is just a head. At the beginning of the night, pedestrians walking, workaholics working overtime, girls in scantily clad clothes, and swaying drunks all walked past them, but all they walked past were heads. They are not surrounded by various men and women, but by the heads of various men and women. The women's heads have dyed and permed hair, and the men's heads have the choking smell of cigarettes in their mouths. , A charming look under the exquisite eye makeup on the woman's head, and the dirty words coming out of the man's ferocious face. The world is made up of all kinds of heads, and the trunks grow under the heads, like the roots of flowers. She only wants beautiful flowers, and does not like those roots that are neither bright nor beautiful.
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