There is a kind of love that is destined not to be shown in the sun; there is a kind of love that is expressed by guarding silently; whenever there is no one at night, sit in front of the table and write down the unknown taste of love, and taste the intimate whispers under the moonlit night alone.
When a person's eyes are filled with another figure, he will never be aware that there will be the same pair of eyes staring at him behind him. Therefore, he will not know what he is missing.
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there in the bright lights.
Have you ever looked back?
Hands down, it's so bloody. Drink tea