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I like a man, a very handsome and burly man.

He drives past me when he goes to work and gets off work every day.

At first, I just wanted to watch him silently and live like this for the rest of my life.

Later, there was a smiling woman beside him.

I'm jealous and angry.

I can't stand him looking at another woman so attentively.

While he drove to me, I shook my body gently

So, he fell into the river under the bridge.

The searcher couldn't find his body for a long time

I looked at the woman who used to laugh with him crying with tears

Silent laughter: I hid him in the heart of the bridge. How could you find him?

Yes, I'm a bridge, just a bridge.

Although after thousands of years of precipitation

I know what love is and what love is

However, I'm not a strange fox demon, and I can't transform a woman into falling in love with him.

Nit, I'm just a bridge

However, I'm just a bridge.