Meeting is fate, acquaintance is fate; knowing each other is fate, falling in love is fate; falling in love is fate, staying together is fate
One of them is a high-ranking Ninth Five-Year Plan, and the other is the apple of a powerful minister's eye.
One has extraordinary magnanimity and lofty ambitions, while the other is an eccentric and clever person.
They met by chance, got acquainted during a fist fight, and fell in love despite all kinds of helplessness.
If there is no fate, we meet again in this life; if the fate is too shallow, we fall in love with each other again in this life
But if you are destined, you are tired by fate, and if you are sentimental, you are trapped by love.
It's not that we don't love enough, it's not that we don't love deeply enough, it's just that God is teasing us so much that we can't stay together even if we love each other.
Even though the two hearts know each other's feelings, they don't know how to talk about love and hate. It's hard to avoid it between the eyebrows and in the heart, and I'm relatively speechless.
It is difficult to find a close friend in life, who can live up to this affection? A poem with a clear sound at dusk shows how much love I have for that person.
Since ancient times, sentimentality has left no room for hatred, and we have no words to look at each other with tears in our eyes. Knowing that there is no way to convey my lovesickness, only the gentle breeze is left to caress my melancholy.
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