When love comes, it is happy, and everything is sweet; when love flows away from the fingers, like gauze, it floats in the wind. On the same beach, only one person can feel the edges of the sand with his fingertips, letting the sting spread to the bottom of his heart, covering up loneliness. When love goes away, you may not always say goodbye with a smile, but at least you can hold back your tears...
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