Time Owes Me Some Love
by Stony Ground
About This Novel
Everyone has thorns, just like a rose. If you pick it because of its beauty, your hand will be hurt by the thorn, but no one will throw away the beautiful rose that you have got. While we can't stand the shortcomings of our lover that are increasingly exposed, we often forget the reason why we fell in love with him in the first place. We complain: "Why did I end up with this kind of person in the first place?!" One sentence wipes out all his shining points. You hide the smile at the corner of your mouth, but you can't get rid of the melancholy on your brows. It's just the truth that can't be concealed, burying your helplessness in my heart. I put sorrow on the wound, but it can't heal the sadness that will always accompany life. It's just the emotions that can't be expressed that will engrave my words on your vicissitudes.
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