There is a kind of love, as light as water, but it permeates the body and becomes an indispensable source of life.
There is a kind of love that is as light as the wind, but only after you leave will you find the longing that penetrates your bones.
There is a kind of love that is as quiet as a cicada, but relies on the passage of time to prove its deep silent waiting.
After experiencing the ups and downs, I learned to be happy in memories.
If you are happy, please move on...
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