门开了,一个女郎走了进来,她并不灼热,并不耀眼,甚至,并不那么出其不意,你甚至都没来得及多看她两眼就被璀璨的人潮湮没。不知道什么时候,她走了,夜深了,人静了,你发现,你竟忘了所有的红唇和细高跟,只记得她,浅笑,薄妆,低调的晚礼,优雅地来,自然地去,是的,一定是她,阿玛尼女郎。 The door opened, a girl came in, she is not burning, not dazzling, or even, not so surprise, you did not even have time to see her eyes were crowded by the crowds. Do not know when she was gone, late at night, quiet, you found that you have forgotten all the red lips and stilettos, just remember her, smile, thin makeup, low-key evening, gracefully Come, go naturally, yes, it must be her, Armani girl.