Weight: 45KG
Occupation: acting
Constellation: Gemini
Personality: quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit.
She's ... not good at makeup and doesn't like to describe herself. Her smile is gentle and pale.
She's ... sad and bright, sensitive and fragile. If you believe in love, you will cry and despair.
She ... lives for her dreams. The color of dreams is lonely. Every time I wake up from my dream, my eyes will be filled with tears.
She ... like purple. Because purple can give people a feeling of indifference, and those indifference can be the armor to protect her.
She ... I like lilies, and I like the faint scent. Because she knew that bright red roses would hurt her eyes.
She's ... like a butterfly. Because she is eager to fly in the morning breeze like a butterfly one day.
She ... I like writing and have a soft spot for words.
Sometimes, I even take pains to name a paragraph, choose a name for a piece of music, and match a picture with a picture.
She ... she wrote her feelings in neither salty nor light words, described her life, and poured out her feelings every word. In the quiet words, her shadow is looming.
She ... writes sad stories casually, calmly recalls painful days, and is always as calm as ever.
Gradually, more and more people came to see her calligraphy, with mixed comments.
However, she always kept writing her own words as if nothing had happened.
Because, she knows, other people's eyes can't affect her, and other people's gossip can't interfere with her.
She ... still writes her own words unscrupulously and tirelessly.
She ... I like being fixed in my blog. Stay at a respectful distance from others, and talk to others less.
She ... I like to write while drinking water and write some shallow and cold words. Because all the words she wrote have her faint breath.
Reading her words is like reading her days, her life, her heart and her soul.
Her words, like sad flowers, trembled and bloomed. It has a sad color and is scarred.
Her writing, like her temperament cool thin, is very light. But there is a crisp coolness between the lines.
After a long time, you can read the faint sadness hidden in her words and touch the deep scars in her heart.
Maybe, she just wants to hide in a quiet corner to heal.
However, what puzzles many people is why the words written by a woman with such a bright smile always hurt slightly. Those words, like pale flowers, have a slight pain hidden in the calyx.
Maybe she was born a loveless woman. Need a lot of love to warm yourself.
She ... I like looking at the sky. I like to miss the purple that was quiet in my heart a long time ago.
She ... I didn't mean to write those sensational words, but every time I write, I can't get rid of kitsch sadness.
Perhaps it is because her heart is always full of deep and shallow uneasiness.
Perhaps it is because others give too little warmth, but she always wants too much.
Because she wants to have a warm palm, hold her cold hand tightly and never let go.
She's ... depressed. I like to whisper in my blog and pour out my trivialities.
Some people say that a woman like her is like an out-of-touch woman.
Some people even say that her melancholy is similar to Anne's. Even so far, Anne has never read any of her books.
However, she knows that she is just an ordinary woman. Walking in a crowded crowd is even easy to be drowned.
She felt very happy to get so much warmth and attention.
Originally, she just wanted to find a place to rest in the text, put aside the secular, take off her clothes and let her heart breathe freely.
However, those worries that hold me back are dragged into the text, like vicious grass, endlessly. It grows in her heart.
In fact, after writing so many words, where is the way out? In the end, she couldn't even redeem herself except for her sadness.
Perhaps, in the end, she could only hold back so many words and die in despair.
She ... I've always been grateful to those who read their own words with heart.
Because those seemingly moaning words are the wounds she hides in her heart but doesn't want to be exposed at her fingertips.
She ... I couldn't help reading those messages.
Because, she knows, those short messages are the most selfless warmth and broad love. At that time, she would be alone in the dark, smiling quietly and full of joy.
Therefore.
Your love will be deeply imprinted in her memory.
Not telling doesn't mean she doesn't care, and not replying doesn't mean she's cold. Your heart is in her hands, and everything goes without saying.
If you are willing and persistent, so is she.
Because, she is not cool thin, she is not indifferent, she is only lonely occasionally.
therefore ...
Please feel it with your heart,
Experience such a woman.