Love without a future is poignant and helpless, a beautiful back, a lingering face, rippling in the green grass of faint resentment, suddenly, it is definitely destined to give a lifetime... Youth that blooms recklessly, because there is no future, becomes reckless, Unrestrained, obsessive love, because of no results, swaying and separated... I like the romantic atmosphere of Paris streets, like the love that flickers between words, forbearance and affection, like the entanglement of war and love, seemingly far away but always like a shadow... … a letter, a deep love; a love that has no end … "Smoke in Paris"
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