My sister is now seventeen years old. Although she does not cover the sky with one hand, she still dares to look down on the common people!
Birds encounter butterflies wandering among the flowers and weeds. They look at each other and pass by, but the flowers and plants continue to lazily bask in the sun.
I will show mercy. But that's no redemption; I'm feeding demons, I'm waiting for angels.
I just looked at and looked forward to it, my somewhat complicated eyes echoing the contours of time and space...