Passionate poetry

Beneath the mask of hospitality, there is clearly a deep love; On the mask, indifferent as water.

Peach died, burning its glory, he promised her hospitality, and after victory, he would redeem her freedom.

That year, he watched her wearing a red dress under the stage. In the noise, she shook her sleeves with sadness and joy.

That year, she looked at him in a luxurious white dress on the stage, got carried away, smiled and looked back, and instantly made a positive result.

That year, fireworks in the strip, she fondled the piano and missed it; Because he said, "When I come back, I will redeem your freedom."

That year, slim and graceful, the world of mortals rolled. He sighed again. Because she said, "Be nice to me, I'll wait for you to come back."

So, who is wearing makeup crazily, dressing up and leaning against the railing, looking at Qingshi Strip and thinking of my heart? ...

Finally, he came back, but there was no temperature, and there was no longer the way he looked at her before. She wept bitterly. That day, she sang for him at the gate. He promised to be good to her, and now she promises to be good to him. This time, she only sang for him. -Players

Who should be robbed by whom? Who became whose obsession?

It is said that actors are heartless, but heartless people are probably unintentional.

That year's spring rain, that year's summer thunder, that year's autumn frost and winter snow, that life time, are all destined to put on a mask, on the stage, in other people's stories with their own tears, not because of carelessness, but because the heart is dead, how can you feel?

There are both in and out of the play, and I don't know how long this play will last. Don't be too persistent and hurt your heart. How can a careless person care that you are irrational or poor?

Kindness is not old, and family ties are not long.

Under the mask, it is clearly a heartache; On the mask, it is the madness of betrayal.