Lee Hyo-won's hair changes color.
"Oh, this is a live broadcast requirement. I hope to earn two bucks from this."
"What, it doesn't look good?"
"I quite like black, it looks the same as yours. There are also white, yellow, green, purple, and blue." He took out bottles of different heights, short, fat, and thin from his pocket, "Which one do you like?"
Bai Hua: "Your original hair color."
"The original one? It's been so long that I don't remember it."
But that day, he emerged from the mud, his whole body rotten and smelly. His red hair was obviously gorgeous, as if there were some golden threads passing through it, hanging down between the fingers of the white birch, shining brightly.
Bai Hua sat on the top of the hill where the three of them were watching the stars.
The world of mortals in my heart is lingering and gentle.
All the black mud has turned into clouds, and the clouds have turned into mountains. Mountains are the softest rocks. Here I am, in the sky where darkness and light and shadow are intertwined, and I can only miss you.
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