Paris, I love you. I'm probably a middle-aged man, not satisfied with anything but falling into reality. until I meet you. I have no sugar, but I have a heart that is still willing to believe in love.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably an Islamic girl, and I look at you silently. You are loud or silent, you have quiet eyes. I believe that you are different from them, and I believe that you can see the most authentic beauty. I trust you.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably an American boy who doesn't understand French. You seem a little overwhelmed, you seem a little out of touch, your long hair covers your eyes. Honey, don't you speak English? Language doesn't matter, gender doesn't matter, fortunately I have a phone number, fortunately I can run, fortunately, I meet you.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably an unintelligent tourist. I was wrong I was really wrong I shouldn't have looked you in the eyes. Are people in love sensitive and suspicious, and young boys only like beautiful kindergarten aunts? How unpopular I am, the guitarist at the subway entrance, the Mona Lisa in the photo, oh please laugh at me, Paris.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably a busy woman. I am the mother of my children and I want to take care of other people's children. Children don't cry, lullabies do you like to listen to. You will grow up, I will grow old, even in someone else's room, I still miss you.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably an old French man selling merchandise. I came to you when I was dizzy. Broken glass, boxing bags, lamas, bowling balls, and a strong you. I love you I love you I love you. I love the original you more than the yellow hair.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably a tired husband. I used to love your unchanging red dress, I used to love your lipstick from beginning to end, I used to love the song you keep humming. What I have loved, I will always love. Love goes on until it reaches you.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably a desperate mother. You leave me, you leave me so soon. The gentleman on the horse said that he can take me to see you. It's better to miss you where you meet. At least you tell me that your father is waiting for me. At least I know that we are alive and we must live well.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably an unlikable clown. You can't see my cat, you can't see my telescope, you can't see my muscles, you don't understand my mood. How important is love, love is that I finally met you, love is our little son, he wears a pair of stupid glasses.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably an incompetent father, I don't speak French well, and you always seem to be mad at me. We haven't seen each other for a long time, but it doesn't matter. The little child is sleeping, and that is your child. Oh sorry, I accidentally woke him up.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably a concerned actress. I have come all the way to act, how I wish you would come. Makeup, clothing, everything goes through, but one of you is missing.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably an unlucky crush, do you remember me, do you remember me. Is it because you didn't see what I looked like in the parking lot that day? Oh, the timing is not right. Would you like to go for coffee with me, work, guitar, I lost everything, but that's okay, lost it and you.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably a brave boy. You see, I pierced myself with a glass bottle. What does it matter to people, what does it matter to ghosts, if I love you, let me become you.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably a sexless new husband. You love Wilde, why am I losing my temper. Thank you Wilde for guiding me, and for you, I'm going to be humorous.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably a guy with a heart like a mirror. You know how much I love you, you know. We go from acquaintance to hug to departure. I went to the movies alone and shed unknown tears. You, you are not the four seasons, you are my only one.
Paris, I love you. I'm probably a rambling old lady. You introduce your new love, you have a helpless expression, hey, I still don't understand you? ! Old guy, see you next time, half my life has passed, I still can't live without you.
Paris, I love you. I am probably a leisurely middle-aged woman. Traveling to Paris alone is not easy. This city reminds me of some stories, and the man I hadn't seen for the first time in eleven years. It is not difficult to realize that I and this city, we are in love with each other.
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