Going further, the cold valley is bottomless
Taking a step back, it is also an endless dark abyss
Your face is as enchanting as the city, turning your hands into clouds and turning your hands into rain
keep quiet
It's because I've experienced too much confusion
Or is it nature
A man, but a rare man
ugly,
Ordinary,
Cold clothes slander one's body
Suffer all the insults in the world
Still retains a rare purity in the world
It's nature
Or possessed by a mask
But the woman is a rare woman
There is an intersection between them, and they will eventually intersect.
The face is like a flower, the face is ugly, and such is fate. They should be like this.