Your love turns into the tears in my left eye. If I could choose again, I hope it will accumulate in my left eye forever and not drip, so that your love can be integrated into my body for the rest of my life.
The moment it dripped, the scorching temperature burned my hands, and the deep-seated pain seared my heart.
Only then did I realize that if I lose you, what if I gain the whole world?
Through the Looking Glass
2008-3-15
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