This is a story about waiting, pursuit, and persistence, a fairy tale
Being so insistent on pursuing the waiting love can only happen in fairy tales. There is always so much fatigue in reality.
I have always believed in this kind of love, but I don't expect it to really happen.
Love is like moths rushing to the fire. There is never a shortage of moths, but the fire gradually becomes scarce.
I thought it was a ball of flame, but when I bumped into it I realized it was just a phantom or a bit of ashes
When I no longer feel sad about such tragedy, the fire has been completely extinguished.
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