MM likes to bet with me, win the joy, lose, or pay,
Either a poor look, I am myself.
Once I bet she won, we didn't talk about gambling in advance.
I look at her eyes turned, I am uneasy.
Sure enough, she put forward a request for me to fall sharply:
Let her cold hands enter my body warm.
At the time of winter, I was called by ice, "tears" and contained.
MM seems to be afraid that I retaliate, I will not bet with me later.
