Madam Dihao is not good

As long as you understand that everything is caused by fate and has nothing to do with you. He slowly let go of her hand, turned his head and looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, "It's dawn." "

Chanel turned her head to look, yes, it's dawn.

Mu Xicheng turned around and walked towards the kitchen: "After breakfast, you can leave."

Chanel turned around blankly, watching the back of Mu Xicheng walking into the kitchen.

At that moment, the light from outside the window came in and hit him, and he seemed suddenly unreal. [

Chanel blinked, was it her illusion, it must be an illusion.

She walked slowly towards the sofa, and suddenly stepped on something, making a loud noise.

She looked down and saw that it was Mu Xicheng's music score, maybe it was blown over by the wind, and there were several sheets lying near the door of the study...

When Chanel picked it up, it turned out that it was not a musical score, but a poem:

[We know nothing of this separation \/Because it is not for us to experience// Or love or hate \/ A masked lip lamenting \/ makes it completely transfigured// The world is still Is full of roles to play \/ As long as we care about people's criticism \/ Death is also playing \/ Regardless of our dislike \/ Yet when you leave \/Through a small gap\/ And leave \/Suddenly there is a real bright light\/penetrating into our stage\/in all the greens\/the most real green\/real trees\/the sun\/we play down again\/recite some difficult learning in fear \/Occasionally raise your hand\/make a few gestures\/But you are far away and unreachable\/It seems to be robbed from our script by force\/Your existence still overcomes us from time to time\/Makes that The real feeling sinks deep\/does not change\/makes us feel as if our minds are empty for a moment\/plays life\/no longer cares about the applause of others】

Chanel read it a few times, and felt that this poem was a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

This poem seems to be expressing a message, which is a very bad message, but I didn't understand it for a while...

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