He always thinks of that lonely night, when the passionate fate took pity on him and brought him into the same river again and again, so the violin's singing stopped abruptly, and his lover stayed under the moonlight, using his hot lips to commemorate their unfinished love.
"But please give me a chance to love you."
The gardenia tree smiled sweetly in the garden. In the breeze, he heard the bell ringing again. A century of waiting was finally over.
[Crazy gentleman who loves to get into trouble × always tell the truth, elegance and inhumanity]
Love stories covered with endless nonsense should be cultivated, just read and enjoy
Intention: Everyday Philosophy under Moore's Paradox