Your appearance is the poison of your destiny, laughing at worldly aesthetics and punishing ignorant vanity.
No matter how much I admire your talent, I will only worship you in the shadows.
You want me to burn like this? I also stay away.
You can resent my cowardice, at the foot of love I admit my fragility.
Centuries apart or the deep blue ocean, my heart has been burnt away.
Just because I understand better than you, love poems will be heartbroken because of lost love, and will eventually be immortal because of lost love.
For example, I see you as a lover, just hiding in the shadows to protect Fang Ming.
As I dare not violate him, he, him, his private area.
Don't say why? Just because of love, it rises into worship in the midst of failure.
Just like the beautiful full moon that night can only hang high in the sky, I only hold a few shards of stars in my hand!
When he kissed Fang Ze on the rooftop, you were in the shadow of the tree to the end of the poem...
Ha!
To the last line of the poem, you hit the point where my love has become a monument!
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