Painting baby, painting baby, Mercedes-Benz Mustang and Rose with thorns, I said that I was unhappy, and I clapped my hands and took away the scars. It was mellow and fat with dry tears. Although it was as spicy as Maotai, it had a gentle heart, and it was like a rich dad. My rich dad took you to Paris for a holiday, so that the artists at Versailles could change their brushes and paint. You're welcome