Long-distance love creates barriers, contradictions, constant disputes, and finally breaks up, still missing, returning to embrace, only to find that the former lover on the opposite side looks so strange. Or maybe they are unfamiliar with oneself. The last shot of the bathroom is so sad. The once sweet inseparable little lovers are now like strangers. A hug without temperature will be colder than a person.
"Love" and "distance" are always see-saws that cannot be escaped. If the two loves last for a long time, will they be in the dark? This is obviously a fallacy. I dare to ask how many people lose at this time and distance. If it is true love, I will only be willing to go through the day and night.
The memories left by love are more about remembering the self who was struggling to love the impulse again. Loving someone is actually a reflection of loving oneself. Everyone in love used to be a happy little bastard. In the end, some people lose love, some lose their loved ones, some are discarded by love, and some are discarded by all.
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