<p class="ql-block">Sultry hot air can burn your demure dress，but not your jaded soul；</p><p class="ql-block">闷热的空气令人窒息，它可以燃烧妳的精致华衣，但不能左右妳那颗疲倦的灵魂；</p><p class="ql-block">Frigid wind can blow your gaunt face but not your graceful elegance；</p><p class="ql-block">冷漠的风能吹熟妳的憔悴的脸，但无法锐减妳身上的优雅迷人气质；</p><p class="ql-block">When your pink skirt peeling off your body and falling on my hands，it seems a renascence from a worm to a butterfly；</p><p class="ql-block">当妳逐渐凋零，片片粉瓣落在我手上，我可以想象这是一场重生，正如蛹虫破茧蜕变成蝶，</p><p class="ql-block">Life wilI find its own terminal in peace，as like leafs falling on the root to her home from a begginning.</p><p class="ql-block">生命是一场终极，有它的归属，落叶归根，重返当初。</p><p class="ql-block">No grief no happiness ，just a gift of beauty，glinting in our eyes. </p><p class="ql-block">所以，无悲无喜，凡人眼中，闪烁过的天赐美丽。</p><p class="ql-block">——by Oueence 婫诗</p> <p class="ql-block">出镜&摄影：Doris ，婫诗</p><p class="ql-block">编辑：婫诗</p>