I was moved by this sentence at first.
It's not that you have to, and it's not just casual. This is the magic of love.
The crane of the violent cloud, although scarred, is willing.
It wasn't the cloud's fault, because it was born that way.
The crane, always happy, is looking forward to the cloud.
Love, always want to talk about the reasons, always get to the bottom of it.
But never get the answer you want.
I love you, I love your ordinary, I love your difference; I love your smile, I love your sadness; I love your silence, I love your enthusiasm; I love you It's you...
these, enough?
Maybe, you are confused. Hesitated.
But don't doubt yourself.
Because every cloud has its own crane, just like every one of you has someone who loves you.
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