Seeing them reluctant to separate, they cried and blushed.
Watching them work hard to be together, watching them parting helplessly.
He answered the phone and greeted as if nothing had happened. Closed the line.
After a while, only for a while, he showed weakness and made a call, whimpering and asking carefully, can you move in to live with me. I'm waiting for you.
Watching them, like a child learning Chinese characters, follow the witnesses carefully to recite their love for each other.
Watching them clumsily put the rings on each other.
Then laughed. Smiled contentedly.
Watching them separate again and again, together again and again.
Every separation is with tears.
Every time I look back, I am firm.
Being with others, whether it's loneliness or desire, once it stops, even for a second, that person's face is right in front of you.
Finally together.
There are no restrictions on visas without dog blood.
There is no distance,
and embrace each other.
The person in front of him had the temperature of the other person on his body, remembering how they looked when they were there, and remembering how they looked when they were there.
Obviously it is love, so longing to be together, but can't bear it, there is strangeness.
But so what. In love. Unbearable again.
Together too.
It was so clear in my heart. Inseparable.
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