There is a kind of love, which is a long wait and full of warmth.
There is a kind of love, which is cold care and a touch of heart.
There is a kind of love, which is the courage to grow little by little and the light in loneliness.
There is a kind of love, which is looking at each other hand in hand with a clear understanding of each other, and bursting into tears with helpless betrayal.
There is a kind of love, a responsibility, a mission that cannot be let go, and a destined failure.
There is a kind of love, which is an accidental encounter, the thread of a thousand-mile marriage; it is destiny, a fate that goes round and round.