Let's write a first-person article. Actually, I don't like first-person when I read the article. But I really want to feel the pleasure of being the protagonist.
True love must last for more than ten years, and then it will take another three to five or seven years of pain before it is complete. When you lose love, the sky and the earth change color, the sun and the moon lose light, the mountains collapse and the earth breaks apart. The world collapses. I feel that I have nothing, I no longer know what laughter is, and I just want to sleep forever. Otherwise, how can it be called love?
If love is really like this, what should we teach people?
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