He loves him like a devil, he loves him like crazy, they love each other more than anyone else, he is willing to put aside all worldly prejudices, and is willing to follow him for the rest of his life, but the fate is destined to hurt each other.
Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is also a high platform. There is nothing there, so where is the dust?
I still remember when we met.
You, with black hair wrapped around your shoulders, come in style.
I've been fascinated by it for thousands of years.
We are both old, you have lost all your teeth, I have silver hair hanging down, half of my life has been wasted, but my love remains the same as before.