Guess when is love the most beautiful?
It's not holding hands and looking at each other, it's not being in love with each other
It's the time before we gradually fell in love
Catching the deep meaning of that frown and smile
Thinking about the throbbing movements of hands and feet
Cherishing each other but wavering
Caring for each other but shy to express their feelings
Full of sweetness and fantasy
Just thinking about it makes me feel happy.
Beauty, when warmth and ambiguity are unclear!
Conception:
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