If a love can survive the cold winter snow, who will be by your side now? If a love can see through all misunderstandings, can it feel a little happy? When you love me, I am outside you; when I love you, you are already thousands of miles away. Always different rhythms, politeness, and the alienation is farther than the distance. We are always like this, walking in parallel, but there is never a reason for intersection. So what if you love again, when love has turned into a kind of hurt. Giving up is the most helpless love.
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