Time is a colorless dye that paints the world with vicissitudes of life. Time has passed, but my love for you has not changed.
"Do you really love me?" When my daughter asked me, my heart felt like it was being tugged. Yes, I love it. I love it very much. It should be because of someone that I love you!
When I tell the truth, it's like I'm back in time and experiencing the pain of heartbreak all over again.
The world praises love, but never acknowledges our love. After all, we become timid and cowardly because of the world. After all, we are beaten and bruised by the world.
Gender should not be the criterion for judging love. Love is just the collision of two matching souls...
Purpose: practice writing