And not narcissistic.
But my eye pupil is like a clear spring,
The black pupil is crystal clear and inlaid with agate.
Long eyelashes stick out, like the window of the soul, blocking the wind and rain.
Or are you adding color to my beautiful eyes?
My eyes are beautiful,
My eyes are beautiful,
Even if there is no silence, it is still flowing with the spring water in its heart.
The world I see with my eyes is more beautiful,
Every time the sun rises,
It can see gorgeous rosy clouds,
Every time the sun goes down,
It will also appreciate the sunset as blood.
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