There is a kind of love that runs deep, yet can never be expressed perfectly.
There is a kind of love you know you must give up, yet you can't bear to walk away.
There is a kind of love that you know is torment, yet you can't escape it.
There is a kind of love with no future, yet your heart has already slipped beyond your grasp!
Love is a slow-acting poison. It seeps into you little by little, so gradually you don't even notice. By the time you do, it may already be too late. It's an irresistible poppy, beautiful and deadly! Hopelessly addictive!
She said she wasn't very good at remembering things. But just when she truly wanted to commit someone to memory, he stubbornly turned away, leaving only a lonely silhouette behind.
They agreed not to talk about tomorrow.
But on the day she left, her tears betrayed her eyes. She cried and told herself, “It doesn't hurt. It's no big deal!”
It turned out that even the most beautiful fairy tale was a luxury. Happiness was like a dream: get too close to heaven, and you wake up.
On the road of love, who did we let slip away? And who hurt whom?
On hold for a rewrite...
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