Some birds you can't keep in.

Author: Zhu Feiyán
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Publish Date: 2006-10-01
Features: No matter who you are, you live in an invisible circle that surrounds you until it suffocates. A not-so-innocent story of the four seasons, a pure and utterly tragic night song, an angelic love, a love that crosses boundaries. A city romance that sneaks between gender symbols, a hatred at arm's length, a longing across the heavens, the diverse colors of love's primal desire. Some say: A person's life is actually only two days, one day for birth, one day for death! "You can't die, you know?" Sun Bo kissed my nose. "You can't die." Sun Bo kissed my lips. "You can't die." Sun Bo kissed my face. "You can't die, you absolutely can't die." Sun Bo kissed my heart, "You can't die." Those were the lips of an angel; wherever she passed, people would become lost in her charm. That was the hope of a love bath, the beginning and end of my life. Sun Bo was a girl, a girl who was as free and unrestrained as possible. Xiao Lang was a girl, a girl as gentle as a lake. And a man who made the two girls lose their minds stirred up new waves. The story revolves around these people. Xiao Lang died, Sun Bo went mad, and the man committed suicide. Love is always something that hurts people. Childhood, the most memorable thing is the riverside, the cooling mat, the days lying carelessly on the bamboo bed, sprawled out. The heroine Sun Bo was born into a large family of all girls. The hard childhood life shaped her free and independent personality, which attracted the gentle Xiao Lang. Faced with Xiao Lang's frantic pursuit, the socially pressured Sun Bo chose to reject her. In extreme pain, Xiao Lang swallowed 87 sleeping pills. Xiao Lang's departure made Sun Bo suddenly realize she had lost the most precious part of her life, and she was trapped in her memories of Xiao Lang, unable to escape. A talented painter, deeply trapped in his marriage life, pulled Sun Bo out of the mire of pain. Just as they were looking forward to a bright future, the sudden appearance of the painter's wife pushed everything into a deep abyss. No matter who you are, you live in an invisible circle that surrounds you until it suffocates. A not-so-innocent story of the four seasons, a pure and utterly tragic night song, an angelic love, a love that crosses boundaries. A city romance that sneaks between gender symbols, a hatred at arm's length, a longing across the heavens, the diverse colors of love's primal desire. Some say: A person's life is actually only two days, one day for birth, one day for death! "You can't die, you know?" Sun Bo kissed my nose. "You can't die." Sun Bo kissed my lips. "You can't die." Sun Bo kissed my face. "You can't die, you absolutely can't die." Sun Bo kissed my heart, "You can't die." Those were the lips of an angel; wherever she passed, people would become lost in her charm. That was the hope of a love bath, the beginning and end of my life. Sun Bo was a girl, a girl who was as free and unrestrained as possible. Xiao Lang was a girl, a girl as gentle as a lake. And a man who made the two girls lose their minds stirred up new waves. The story revolves around these people. Xiao Lang died, Sun Bo went mad, and the man committed suicide. Love is always something that hurts people. Childhood, the most memorable thing is the riverside, the cooling mat, the days lying carelessly on the bamboo bed, sprawled out. The heroine Sun Bo was born into a large family of all girls. The hard childhood life shaped her free and independent personality, which attracted the gentle Xiao Lang. Faced with Xiao Lang's frantic pursuit, the socially pressured Sun Bo chose to reject her. In extreme pain, Xiao Lang swallowed 87 sleeping pills. Xiao Lang's departure made Sun Bo suddenly realize she had lost the most precious part of her life, and she was trapped in her memories of Xiao Lang, unable to escape. A talented painter, deeply trapped in his marriage life, pulled Sun Bo out of the mire of pain. Just as they were looking forward to a bright future, the sudden appearance of the painter's wife pushed everything into a deep abyss.