Her eyes were as turbid as a pool of muddy water, and the blue ointment on her eyelids had dried up and lost its luster.
She looked at the rolling green hills behind the flat house, which was very far away.
Does she still sing?
I stopped singing a long time ago.
You have such a good voice, why don't you sing?
I heard that when I was hurt by love, I closed my voice early.
What a shame.
She raised her hand to throw the sleeves out, but she couldn't move. The wind came and blew, but they were heavy.
Let's go back.
She opened her mouth to speak, was stunned for a long time, and asked, how old is this year?
It has been forty-seven years since the Republic of China.