The delicate rose bloomed by death, online love will continue to write it. When we hold hands for the first time, we know each other deeply. When we meet again, the fate will be destroyed. In March, the electricity will hurt my heart. In July, the sun will rekindle the relationship. It arises because of death, because of the knot, because of love, because of madness. The bad words of each other hope to end the grudges of the past life!
What can't be hurt is the heart, what can't be let go is the love, what can't be let go of is the hatred, but I still write when I look at it!
A stone sinks into the sea, a butterfly misses this life, and it goes on and on, and it forgets and falls in love!