This is a story about flowers and tears
The wind suddenly rises
Little tears came to Hua's side and didn't want to leave.
The singing of flowers brings tears to the eyes
The fragrance of flowers makes tears forget sadness
Tears thinking that this moment will last forever
Suddenly the morning light appeared and dispersed the dream.
Broken body
It turns out that the tear is not a tear but an ordinary dewdrop
Everything is just a dream before dawn
Dreams woven by oneself
Copywriting 1
Zhen: Xixi, is homosexuality scary?
West: No, loving someone is not love! Regardless of gender
Zhen: What about falling in love with homosexuals?
West: Yeah. . . As long as you don't act like an evil mistress and the other person is a straight man, it's no problem.
Zhen: Xixi, what if you fall in love with transsexual No. 0?
West: . . . . . .
Zhen: No, isn't it true that loving someone is not love?
West: I don't know, but it just doesn't work.
Zhen: But I'm already in love with you
Copywriting 2
Zhen: Xixi, will the love in the bar last?
West: Yes, as long as it is always hidden under the neon lights
Zhen: Xixi, will the love he gives me last?
West: . . . Yes, as long as there is never a request and the window paper is never opened
Zhen: Xixi, why are you crying?
West: . . . . . .
Zhen: Are you talking about yourself?
West: . . . I'm talking about us
Copywriting 3
West: Are you ready? You can never be a mother.
Zhen: Yeah
West: Where do you plan to go?
Zhen: The seaside
West: Is he willing?
Zhen: I don't know
West: . . . . . .
Zhen: . . . . . .
West: Are you happy?
Zhen: Yes