When his head is against yours, when you see his fiery eyes staring at you, smell him like a little beast.
Unable to extricate themselves. Like a rotten swamp, one of my feet has sunk in, and the other can't move. The more the person next to me pulled, the more deeply I became.
I already felt it was about to engulf me, and I was so embarrassed to die, trapped in this filth and tangle.
Countless beautiful flowers bloom in this swamp, showing us all the time that it is beautiful, look at how pure and beautiful it is. Like our long-awaited love as always.
In the end, it's just a desperate fall and fall, and then destruction.
However, the body is tangled and dirty, and the flowers blooming in the swamps in our eyes are still beautiful. We are mixed in the foul smell of soil and flowers, constantly hypnotizing ourselves.
I really love you so much. I love so much that I can bravely tell you my humble love after being hurt again and again.
I can never pull out the swamp, as long as it is covered in flowers for a moment.
When I see the truth, I'd rather hypnotize myself. I forgive you but condemn myself.
The double-edged sword of love, which gave us sweetness, stabbed hard into the depths of our hearts.
But if love is gone, I will also forget your eyes and kisses. If forget to hurt. I will love the next person well, and love the next piece of grass that may not have flowers blooming, but the green Yingying can make me lie on it and bask in the sun.
Goodbye, swamp. Goodbye, flowers. You know, I may not be good at forgetting, but sometimes there are so many imperfections in my memories that I can't help but feel sad.
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