Love is a kind of injury.
What should I do if I love you but you don't?
I also thought that my love was empty, so there would be no more harm.
But my heart beat at that moment and I couldn't control it.
I once thought I was in consensual love.
Maybe my heart is very cruel, and I know my position in your heart, but I also want you to taste the pain of love before I am willing to accept it, and I feel that I am not the only one in pain.
Tan color lipstick
Apply a light touch of mandarin duck yellow on the forehead
The outline of time in the bronze mirror
weak light
The eyebrows are drawn quite a bit
Gold foil cut into appliqués
Shining with an alluring unique luster
There's nothing left to say
Since following the wind and dust, I have fallen
What's wrong with pretending to be real?
Even if the dance pavilion and singing stage are just a dream
No need to break it