There have been three women in my life.
One is dead, as cold as a mink fur, just like she once wrapped me up and let me go. It's so stupid that people who know each other deeply would let each other go.
A living person, in front of people, is as smart as a flower fairy; behind people, he is as confused as a fake fairy. Of course, I don't know how many people are crying for me now...
One is dead and alive again, dead so clearly, yet alive like a secret.
Also known as "Three Women, My Life"
Intention: When you are poor, you only have sincerity, but when you are rich, you are full of regrets. This is how love sucks.
