Falling in love with you makes me happy.
Fall in love with me, but you will always bear the guilt.
Falling in love is tolerance and a knife in the head.
Wait, what kind of Lingchi is it?
You disappeared when you shouldn't have disappeared, and you appeared when you shouldn't have appeared.
You can't control me, and love can't be controlled by you.
When is love as solid as a rock, and when is it as fragile as thin ice?
Can the love between you and me be like walking in brocade at night? Although it is gorgeous and dazzling, it can only bloom secretly in the dark night. Like gorgeous fireworks, it can only leave suffocating beauty in the dark night. Everything can only exist in memory, and reality can never exist for a long time?
Come and sit if you have time.