His infatuation, her flirtation. His tenderness, her defection.
"
I looked at her, and I looked at her for the rest of my
life, with all my heart...
The one I love the most is her, and I can be sure
as if I was going to die, and now
the flower-like nymph of the day
is only left with dead leaves and returns to her hometown
, pale, vulgar, and bloated
. The flesh in her heart belongs to someone else,
but I love her
, she can fade, she can wither, she can
do anything,
but I just look at her
with all the tenderness that comes to my heart
."
I understand that he is willing, willingly, again and again.
I also know that her natural beauty hurts. Always be thorough to be perfect.
I always think of "July and An Sheng", many relationships, many emotions, there is always one party's infinite doting, like sitting on a seesaw. All ethics aside, it's just love, love, that's all.
2008-02-07 00:32:02
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