Love is the blooming and falling of flowers in a moment.
The most beautiful and sad thing about love is its variability.
Love is like this, coming silently, knocking on the happy door silently, let the subtle darkness instantly welcome the light.
You can be afraid, you can escape, you can not admit it. But you cannot refuse the ups and downs of sweet sadness it brings, as if your destiny is not in your own hands, but is controlled by another life. The temperature of the left hand is transferred to the right hand, even without words, you and he/she understand it.
The most beautiful affair in life is to meet another self. You don't need much language, he knows it all.
Love, how beautiful, how lucky those who have love.
Trevi Fountain does not always make dreams come true, nor are we always lucky enough to meet the right people.
Sometimes when we fall in love, he does not respond, we can only secretly fall in love, in the bitter taste, enjoy the sweetness of love; sometimes we hold hands with the person we love, but do not know how to cherish, the two eventually rub shoulders; sometimes we I fell in love with a person and thought that I would go to the white first with him, but he was on a long journey in the long march of love and fell in love with someone else; sometimes...
More often our love is hurt deeply, so we think we don’t love anymore, and even scold the perfidious person who has betrayed love, thinking that our love has become hate, but it’s easy to deceive others, how can we deceive Own? The memory in my mind always reminds me of those traces of love.
When avoiding the sun, you avoid love.
Your world is like flowing light, and your life is like passing years.
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