Someone once asked me this question: What is the color of love? I told him that love is blue at the beginning, a color as pure as the sea, full of dreams and hopes, making people fall in unconsciously. Then it turns black, when time dilutes the enthusiasm, and the hurt annihilates the hope, you seem to have fallen into the boundless abyss, surrounded by darkness, shouting for help, no one pays attention to you, only the echo echoes in your ears for a long time. You are like a reindeer trapped in a trap, hiding in the dark and licking your wounds. Finally, it turned into a brown color, and all the emotions were mixed together, joy, sadness, happiness, pain... Mixed feelings, just like coffee, a little bitter, but memorable.
First love is very unforgettable, although it is also very bad. I don't know how to maintain a relationship at all, there is only endless enthusiasm and confusion. Passion blooms bright sparks in the heart. It is beautiful, but it seems to have burned up inadvertently, hurting the other person. It hurts, his pain, and yours...
——Lan Xin's message
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