Who is who, who goes as what, the big, the small, a divine fun, sport as a game, life as a dance, everything theater, everything moment, honey. Shut up, nothing at all, Tao Shaobing. Joke and shine, who falls for it, the big, the small, a push and a shout, praise as a dog, timing as a glance, everything theater, everything moment, honey. There is nothing at all, there is nothing at all, nothing. I am a riddle solver, who cracks every riddle, the fun is all the bigger, if it is forced, it is unbearable. Then I sit and sweat, and I spit the thoughts into me until they are sharp like a spear. And even tricky questions have never been too difficult for me. But now I come across a riddle whose solution unfortunately does not suit me, and that drives me crazy. It is blind and it is womanly, invisible and indescribable. It will linger for a long time and will divide and divide. But the glass is not fragile, unbreakable, but not faithful. It is already in a mood, astonishment makes it shy. The riddle seems so simple and not just to me alone. It covers every dimple. The word of solution must be love, because love is fragile. And in fact, when it is divided, it is worth more. But after a long struggle, this solution seems wrong to me. I tried for talent and success, but it does not fit. But I do not give up. It is blind and it is womanly, invisible and indescribable. It will linger for a long time and will divide and divide. But the glass is not fragile, unbreakable, but not faithful. It is already in a mood, astonishment makes it shy. I gave it to you. You took it from me. You destroyed it in spite. Now you will never get it back. The luck. Father! Wait! Stay! Please wait! She's faithful. God is. God is.