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A western philosopher once said …

Women, dazzling diamonds and sparkling jewels …

Won your illusory majesty

But all that's left around you is snobbish poison, arrogant smell and attractive but deadly fragrance …

Women, when you pay tribute to wealth, to fame and to power again,

Please don't ask song for you's thrush. ...

It has flown away ... because it has sang itself hoarse.

Its golden voice has disappeared .. for its true, noble and pure soul. ...

Woman,

Gorgeous gold diamonds, sparkling pearls,

Won you a fictional queen,

I don't know, all that remains around you is the poison of power, the incense of arrogance, the incense of seduction and murder.

Woman,

When you salute wealth again, cheer for fame and wealth, and raise your arms to power,

Please don't ask the thrush who once sang.

It doesn't know where to fly,

Because her voice is dry and hoarse,

To destroy truth, honor and pure soul.

Woman,

Your gorgeous gold diamonds, sparkling jewels,

Who will notice your diamond-like faith under your beautiful appearance?

Woman,

When love broke his oath,

When your despair turns into tears of revenge,

Who cares who walks through your heart?

Woman,

When you cheer for the love you admire,

Sing for the person you love,

Who will stop by your side because of it?

Woman,

When you put down your self-esteem and look for your dreams,

Who cares what is behind you?

Woman,

When you are sanctified by love,

Unable to follow in God's footsteps,

Who will feel sorry for your obsession?

Woman,

When you don't know what kind of light you look like,

But I don't know, the devil has put out his dirty tongue to you.

Woman, when you say that kind of sweet words, you don't know that you will be looked at maliciously.

Woman, when you hold your head high and face the secular eyes,

But I don't know how many erotic faces are behind me.

Woman,

When you pay tribute to your old love in your own way,

But I don't know, that poisonous snake has already wrapped around your whole body and made you lose your way.

Woman,

When you sing hoarse for people with a nightingale-Song Like,

They will only spit on your bleeding mouth and long white face.

Woman,

When you refuse red roses for memory,

They pull out bright flowers and stick black thorns all over your body to stop your face from following you.

Woman,

If diamonds represent eternity,

Why did they sew your fake coat?

Woman,

If the fragrance of love represents your sweetness,

Why did God reject your seductive fragrance and push you into the hall of witches?

Woman,

When power makes you lose your freedom,

Why do people still exile you on the grass full of flowers?

Put cold chains on you and whip your wounds.

Woman,

When you see the same nightingale, smell the attractive fragrance and see the beautiful flowers,

In chains, they have jealous eyes,

Covered in black mud, the prince abandoned the girl he once loved.

Woman,

When you are bound by thorns and satisfy the devil's desire,

People who are afraid make you the object of spitting.

Woman,

If roses represent love,

Then why are they willing to stab you with happiness when you find it?

Let your lover dare not pollute your bloody body and put a gold ring on you, and your soul will not be liberated.

Woman,

A sacred face can't reveal your faith,

A pure heart can't convey your yearning for God.

The sweet smell will only let the devil find you in the dark,

When diamonds shine for you, they only light up jealous eyes.

When power makes you no longer free, it is the cold shot of the guillotine that sets you free.

Your nightingale-like singing makes people shed only toxic lips,

Erode the prince's ears and beautiful clothes,

The person who sent you roses used petals to draw your bright red blood,

Also offer lofty praise to the devil, let the angel leave you and let you find your own way in the dark.

When you have been looking for a bright heaven, the devil is still eating away at your body with his saliva.

The confused angel mistook you for a witch's disguise,

The tears you shed are regarded as beautiful decorations by people.

Proudly surround the fire and tell the children how to destroy you.

Woman,

When someone cries for you,

Can you find the direction you should go,

With charming face, attractive fragrance and gorgeous tears, arrogance,

Step into the sacred palace