Why love? With love there will be sadness and misunderstanding.
Love itself is not worthy of our praise, because it is too simple to fall in love with a person. You are at a fork in your life. If you choose to go left or right, you will fall in love with a different person, which is a ridiculous thing in itself. The absurdity of love is also that you never seem to be able to tell what is true love.
What is love? Do I love you, or do I love you and you love me too?
Your lover is the invincible person in your heart.
Love is something that belongs to the eyes and the heart in essence, not the mind. It needs to be completely open to each other to accept and perceive each other, and to experience a primitive intoxication in this passion.
Life is a vase waiting for flowers. The year he graduated, he met her, and he was done.
The beginning of this relationship was just because of a similar experience, and then on such a night, in such a place, driven by loneliness, it was a matter of course. Derived from lust and loneliness, ended in love.
Humans are solitary social animals, they crave warmth, and a little light and heat are enough to make them desperate for it. They generate trust and sympathy, and they don't want to wander alone and bear it alone.
When it comes to love and time, it becomes heart-wrenching.
Zhang Ailing said that after 30 years, even the best moonlight is a bit bleak.
Decades later, no matter how desolate the moonlight is, it is still beautiful. Absence makes love stronger.
A thousand people must have seen a thousand kinds of love. Love is like measles, it only happens once in a lifetime, the later it comes out, the sicker it gets.
Time wore out all the love in his heart, so she went. But in the place she couldn't see, there was a pair of eyes with longing and infatuation, staring at the back of her leaving as before. That last look is eternity.
Fortunately, we will meet love. But what is love and why should we love? With love those past wounds will heal.
Love is never without reason. That unreserved trust and loving eyes. Her love is purely unforced, including blessings and deep regrets.
When love cannot be transformed into ordinary life, life will become very long. You are always waiting for that person. You know that you may not be able to wait for this person again, but you will always keep a piece for him in your heart, and there is no one or something. can fill.
Love is honey and poison, courage and cowardice.
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