lift the veil

But once you lift the veil, the mystery disappears, and the reality is terrible and sad. A pair of strangers meet in an empty room. No identity, no labels, just pure men and women, trying to find clues. The man can't get out of the shadow of his wife's suicide. The identity of the world appears in front of her, the so-called love is so dazzling, sad, cruel and vulnerable in the sun. Could it be that you can only survive vaguely in the pure state of animals? I don’t know, hehe, I haven’t tried anything. When the man sincerely confessed in the tango field, dragging his pants down and chasing the rising elevator, when the last shot sounded, he should have found the answer, "I don't know what Rose likes you." The same pajamas wife's lover a child's man

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