Female Supporting Script
Many scenes, a dull and mediocre life, both lucky and sad. She was the one who dared to love and hate, and she was the one who was weak.
Among the thousands of people, she was the only one in the world. She was a noble princess, but she was also a lowly and filthy poor person.
In reality, she was holding a supporting role script, and she was the main character in the life script. She could distinguish between good and evil and choose between good and evil.
She was ruthless, arrogant, and extravagant. She was notorious in history for being evil and kind. Who wrote the book of history?
She was the representative of one of the ten million decadent thoughts. She was gentle and pedantic. She lived by relying on men when she was alive and did not cling to anyone after death. Cold and noble was the last adjective for her.
The new force of her country's future, cowardice, concession, no progress, no repentance is synonymous with her?
She was so ordinary that she was like a speck of dust. When faced with career, love, and dreams, her desire was stronger than her nature. When faced with gains and losses, she cared too much. When faced with beauty, her heart was filled with longing. In an era where material desires were rampant, how could she find herself?
In the dream of Nan Chen
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Sound of Silence Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence "Fools, " said I, "You do not know Silence, like a cancer, grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells, of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence