Such a song, iridescent, dark night, emits light and heat. Said, done, whatever it is, don't ask why, as long as you are happy.
On the first date, do whatever is right.
No matter what the fame and wealth are, what are the rules and regulations to be afraid of. Infatuation is not wrong, love is not a crime. Emotions do not need approval, regardless of right and wrong, no matter how hard or tired, they must follow each other. Who else can drink wine with me, and rest when I get drunk.
In love, there is never right and wrong, right and wrong, merit and demerit. It is never about black and white, good and evil, Tao and demon.
I like you, you like me, we are all right.
I will not take off the beads, just as you will not take off the necklace.
You must see through every deliberate tease.
Heart demon, that's right.
You like literature, you like the poetry of Whitman and Rilke, you are truly talented. You are wearing a black suit and white shirt, and every moment of frowning is deep and restrained. You are always insecure, your eyes are dodging, you want to refuse and welcome, every moment you bow your head, you are lovable.
When you are nervous, you will subconsciously fiddle with the necklace on your chest. When you find someone passing by, you immediately put out the cigarette in your hand. In the dead of night, you pull out photos and recall the past. Desire strikes, and you sit and meditate in an empty church. Even reluctantly, you greet your partner with a smile.
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