Who puts on the glass slipper for whom? Who went to the underworld to find whom?
The night breeze gently disperses the candle smoke
Flying flowers and sorrow
The friendship we held together has become a wound
The old peach blossoms reflected the red face
Secretly hiding tears today
Sitting alone on the window sill, looking at the mirror with a vicissitude of face
The drunken man supports the moon and leans against the wall
Who dares to be crazy if things are unforgettable?
Keep gossips in the house all night long
Thinking alone
The characters in the world really live for lies.
She can no longer tell which is the truth
The hairband is snowy and the autumn night is cold
Who are you doing half-face makeup for?
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