Preface: I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don't know my way back.
Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of borrowed flowers.
He said: I was wrong, can we start over?
She said: Missing it means missing it, there is no turning back.
I hated you before, now I thank you. Because of you, I learned to grow and understand true love.
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He held hands together and said: Let the past go, what I want is your present and future.
You've rejected me three times, let's give it a try, shall we?
She laughed with tears in her eyes: "Fool, don't you know that we are already starting?"
This article is slow and realistic. There may be love, but it is not just love.
I write just because I like it, so that I can meet more fellow travelers.
Click: Intoxicated and not knowing the way back