No matter it is like a flower or water; it may become crazy or drunk.
Love or not love, after all, cannot escape the secular world. The moment of birth was tainted with fireworks, and the eternity staring at it lacked a light heart. Pursuit is a long-lasting love; locking is a dream that promises a thousand years.
The moment they turn around, is it love or lock that remains?
I'm on the other side of holding hands, calling, waiting...
A flower season called Locking Love.
Conception: