Love is like candy, scattered everywhere in the playground, the lights are shining, and it never closes.
Regarding happiness, it seems that it will be many years before we can experience the other side of happiness in the legend of Noah's Ark.
Your hair is burned to ashes and I can't finish smoking it.
Without any expectations, there will be no despair. Anything too perfect has nothing to do with me.
Do you think I can love when I want to, unless we both learn to forget when we want to?
There is no sky and I don't believe in heaven. Your hell is my heaven.
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Ambiguity. What we want is ambiguity = =.