Both brothers have broken their hair. Tell me about it.

Cut off the affection, the heart is still chaotic, and many things are still tangled. Diplomatic relations, low eyebrows love beauty. Misfortune comes from the mouth, whether it is disaster or fate. Secrets are endless, mixed with sadness and joy. Ancient and modern men and women, who can pass?

I cut my hair short and reduced my troubles.

Cut a fork you don't like on the ground.

Long, short, short, long

Inch by inch, struggling

I cut my hair short and reduced the punishment.

Cutting the floor broke my embarrassment.

Over and over again, obviously

Inject air into your love stories and lies.