The eyes are a window to the soul, but fate only leaves one door. Loneliness is the shackles of double imprisonment, and true love is the one who opens this shackles. Since acceptance is not always the choice of the wise, then letting go is not the helplessness of the ignorant.
The beautiful scenery that I long for is nothing more than: the seven-color bridge hidden in the river, the hibiscus reflected in the clear water
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