Love is an out of control emotion, no matter how you retract it, it can never be balanced. Absurd fantasy, sweet madness, that smile on the corner of your mouth. My tenderness that caressed your long hair, your laziness leaning on my arms. I would have the illusion that it is eternity. Eternity that no one else can match. And quarrel, how easy it is to bring everything to the bottom. Selfish possession, or imposed pleasure, or just letting you be yourself, is a multiple-choice question that I have a hard time answering. It's the fear of losing, the heartache that can't bear it. Zeng stubbornly thought that if I could shape you, I would definitely be happy. Facts gave me a firm denial with a few strokes. Love is like a ghost, and the charm lies in its uncertainty.
If I return your freedom, will the old dream be repaid?
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