You fill a beer glass with red wine,
Pretending to be a mature woman who often drinks red wine,
Read aloud and say:
Come on, you come, take a sip.
Hot pot boiling, boiling,
Someone is always asking, is this edible?
Love is tissue paper with music.
Paper towels are used to wipe tears, and music is used to cry.
The music hasn't started yet,
You deliberately cried to passers-by:
You see, I am a loveless fool.
You tore your heart out, passerby, a stranger passing by.
Love is a tie with high heels.
At the age of 20, you began to say that you wanted a man.
Clenched his fist and slapped his thin shoulder:
Do you like me or not?
On a cold night in spring, he is as silent as a grass.
Because,
He doesn't have a tie and you don't have high heels.
Sober people see only half a moon in the night sky.
Say, there is a meteor. Make a wish.
You put your hands together, tears streaming down your face,
Later,
Made a wish that had nothing to do with love.