No beautiful singing voice, no eloquent eloquence,
Only quietly guarding your own blue sky, using silence to fight against all injustices and helplessness.
Who says they are speechless? They are still telling the bitter, spicy, sour and sweet stories in their own unique way.
Put all your love, hate and resentment in those flying fingers,
Their language has existed since the beginning of Pangu, and their language is spotless.
If you are used to listening to the lingering songs in the streets and alleys,
Numb to the absurdity of the neighbors' rumors,
Can't tell the difference between words of love and lies,
Are you longing for a pure confession from heart to heart and a clarifying conversation from soul to soul?
Did the Creator deliberately leave some kind of shortcoming, or did God intentionally protect those exquisite and clear hearts from being covered by the haze of the world?
At the end of the road, there is a hidden fragrance, among the sea of snow,
Sign language spreads in the air, like plum blossoms blooming in the middle of winter,
In a world of ice and snow, swaying proudly, dancing alone in an ethereal realm.
——To quote a listening girl
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