Incomplete love, although helpless, is fascinating. The most beautiful thing in the world is love, and the saddest thing is love. I have always believed that there is a kind of love that can ignore gender, age, and identity. Even if it spans a long time, it will become more fragrant like fine wine under the moon. It is a love and care that cannot be given up in a lifetime.
Having this kind of love once is enough.
(I finished writing, but is anyone reading it? I really need some encouragement... Why there is no one who wants to give me any comments!!!)
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