In an accident, she fell into the torrent of time for a thousand years, and experienced all kinds of thrilling ups and downs in the long years. Looking back suddenly, the waves of the past were finally quiet, but this silence only gave rise to panic; the vine branches beside me quietly sprouted, and the flowers spread out like clouds along the way.
Time flies by, and the world is like a dream. She lightly raised her sleeves, and the flowers fell slowly to the ground on her shoulders. My heart is full of expectations, hoping to hold on to the fleeting happiness, stand side by side with the one I love, and watch the cycle of reincarnation, the ebb and flow of the world together; hold hands together, and watch the bright stars and rivers, and the sunset in the west. However, the world is in turmoil, and the emotions in my heart are tangled up in thousands of knots. The more I try to sort them out, the more messy they become. Is this bone-deep bond the precious fate of God's mercy, the fateful fate that is difficult to break away from, or the endless obsession deep in my heart that cannot be explained?
Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions.
Drunk flowers flooded, drowning the ripples in a pool.
If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
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Concept: Women also have independence. Not just dependence and subordination of men