Chris Lee is not the sweet and lovely image that men like now. The establishment of her whole image is like giving a shot in the arm to women who dare not be themselves now. She is so free and brave, she doesn't care about other people's evaluation of her appearance, just concentrate on making her own music. She has a song called "Simon Boy", and the lyrics in it roughly describe her former state of mind: then start from the west gate of the city/there is a street along which teenagers have been running and bleeding/the seeds of grass outside the red gate/my most primitive and tenacious temper/my proud son who has never experienced the baptism of time/I still can't understand the poems of youth/the days when my face is covered with dust and I am not tired/my mother.
Perhaps because of his love of music, Chris Lee can grow up firmly in the sun with his fists no matter whether he encounters monsters or bloody events. Although it is getting harder and harder to climb the peak, many bloody teenagers who once chased the wind together are rotten. When they are at a loss, they really want to give up. After all, it is difficult for a person to persist, but fortunately, she did not compromise, but the diehards who never knelt down and begged for mercy fought tirelessly to the last leg of their lives.
I hope Chris Lee can continue to run like the original Simon boy, without fear of bloodshed and rumors.