blindfolded you, and I said nothing. Your long hair caressed my fingertips. Today you suddenly asked me to cut your hair, I don't understand why. Looking at the messy hair on the ground at this moment, I feel a little pain. Is it your cunning? Since then let them entangle my heart.
Your eyes are cold, in my palm, keep turning, not closing. I don't know what you want to see, I only know what I don't want you to see, such as my confused eyes. Grabbed the hilt and tightened my sword, I don't know where tomorrow will be.
My open eyes are just like yours, dark. Your hands are on your lap, trembling. Your lips are slightly open and you are talking about happiness. I know the tenderness of the touch, but I did not kiss you. Woman, you don't know, how can I make you feel the coldness of my lips?
You are wearing black and red clothes, messing up my thinking, you are bright and beautiful, like a butterfly. If you didn't hear my compliment, it must be too late for me to say it, so I say to you in my heart now, you are beautiful, my woman.
Woman
, you covered my eyes and you didn't say a word, I felt your touch on my eyes, covering my eyes so that I couldn't see you. You didn't hug me, you just kept this posture, warmth came from your hand, so I saw this as a hug in my heart, even though at this moment I heard the friction of the sword, even though I knew your other In hand is your beloved sword.
I never ask you which side is more important than your left hand and your right hand, because that would make you miserable.
I left the question in my own heart and grew into a tree, the thoughts of those branches and leaves grew into such a long hair, hanging down around my waist. Every time you touch her gently, you don't know the origin of her. So I was speechless.
I was chattering, you covered my eyes but not my lips, and I told many, many stories about orchids and butterflies. I don't say love doesn't mean tomorrow, because I'm afraid you'll lose face and stop talking. You know, I haven't seen your smile for a long time.
Your hand moves across your face, your fingertips gentle. I know you're thinking about me. I was careful not to let the little girls' little secrets blurt out: you are the orchid and I am the butterfly.
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