Although I am a broken flower, as long as I am strong, I can still emit my unique fragrance. Although I am a defeated willow, as long as I love myself, there will definitely be a beloved person who recognizes my unique fragrance.
I want to live a simple and happy life, but I have to put on a mask and layers of armor to cover myself tightly.
I just want to ask: Are you my beloved?
Lonely in the deep boudoir, every inch of my heart is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning all over the countryside, there is just no emotion. Wherever you are, there are grasses stretching all over the sky, and you can't see the way back.
-----Li Qingzhao's "Red Lips"