In the spring season
I once imagined that it was a love that would last forever, and I would protect it for the rest of my life.
But that's not the case, it's just a dream I'm not familiar with
Many times we actually don't understand love at all
When I was little, I couldn't tell the difference between liking and liking. When I grow up, I can't tell the difference between liking and loving.
Later we blurred sex and love, and then we simply regarded family as the end of love.
Is the pure love in our hearts still there?
Do we still believe that there is love in this world that will only be reserved for you for the rest of your life?
We may no longer understand love, we may no longer believe in love
look at this
It's like having a crazy dream all over again
Forever, forever, only her
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