He will love you when you met for the first time, holding you covered in blood and hysterical on the empty road. He will love you in front of the carousel that is as fast as time, and suddenly captures your deep blue eyes and coffee-like brown hair. He will love you riding a bicycle in a crowded and chaotic street and playing naughty with passing pedestrians and motorcycles. Of course, there is also you in the back seat with floral skirts and straw hats, and you are as pure as water in a glass. Smile. He will love you to kiss your dry lips every day when you open your eyes, and embrace your white body every half an hour when you close your eyes. He will love you when the downpour is violent and angry, dancing lightly under the greeting of the raindrops, holding the crimson wine full of love, and partying with you. He will love you when you are hoarse in the bathroom, check your excrement, and then smile like overflowing honey on your fearful but delicate eyelashes. He will love you on the eleventh day after you leave, staring at a strange body, looking for a copy of your appearance, or the shadow of your smell. He will love you at the moment when you meet again, the caressing eyes will still touch your shining golden hair and the strangeness that cannot be traced through like the bottom of the sea. He will love you when you are dying ill, sending you curly maroon hair and those colorful gummies, breathing in and out of your mouth, as if meeting you for the first time, the heart is full of oxygen.
He will love you, even if you have chosen to escape and then leave. The curly sorrel hair was taken by the garbage truck to an unknown destination. The carnival ended, leaving only the remains of love and memory.
Simple and clichéd love, encounter, fall in love, and separation are enough to make the audience lost in the fragrance of love once again. The carnival of love ends, and what is left is nothing but the remembrance of the past or the plainness of tomorrow. The truth of love left a black and white photo after the dazzling flash was extinguished. You can let me tear it up arbitrarily, or be placed in a frame to reminisce about the carnival.
Love can never be explained by reason. Encountered, owned, lost, enough.
I love you from the first day after you disappeared, from the first minute of meeting you again, from the first second of losing you.
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