Don't come over, don't come over, don't open your hands.. God didn't hear my cry. Or let a couple of lovers embrace each other in love. Poor me, caught in the middle of them, my right nostril smelled the fragrance of bamboo flowers on my aunt's body, and my left nostril smelled the smell of men on my uncle's body. Hell and heaven! Snake mother, don't run to the hole, take me with you.. Forget...