Literary girl version copywriting:
I left in the first place because weak people have no choice
No amount of injuries or blood can erase the idea of becoming a strong man.
These thousands of years of persistence are just for your words to be together.
In the past I went, now I am coming back.
I was thankful for meeting each other in the past, but I hate meeting each other now.
If I don't meet, I won't fall in love with you
If I don't fall in love, I won't miss you
Missing each other is painful, looking forward to meeting each other.
But when we meet again, I see you tenderly caring for those around you.
All I saw were holding hands and bright smiles
"You said it would be fine for thousands of years, but you would only hold my hand, pull my hair and straighten my clothes."
"You said Liusu, Liusu, this is an inevitable disaster in your life that you don't want to avoid."
So what did I see?
"Oh, a man's sweet words are indeed the most pale and hurtful."
"Although I hate you, I am what I am today and I cannot deny that I am grateful to you."
"My pride will not allow me to look back or stay, never."
Short EG version copy:
I have left in the past, and the grass is green.
Now that I have returned, there are piles of beautiful men.
In beauty, being kissed and held.
My heart is sad, but I don't know how sad I am.
As you can see in your poem, this is a love RP life history of a "three-bed girl" who is surrounded by beauties and is tempted by all kinds of beauties and is unable to resist "having her little hands touched by beauties, her little face kissed by beauties, and her body hugged by beauties".
PS: Don't believe the girl version, and don't believe too much in the funny version. Maybe there may be a dark version in the future. = =
What happened in the story remains to be verified in the future (shows hands, shrugs) That's it