Pure love, simple life; hearts and minds separated, half of this life has passed, the heart hurt by love is strong enough, courageous and perseverant, are you tired? I still believe in love. The fire of love is waiting for a pile of dry firewood. If there is no rain, it will be extinguished quietly. It is also waiting for the smoke to linger. The pain of memory is just a short loneliness. Waiting for the sunshine is another hope.
Let's have a simple time!
Concept: pure love, holding hands, simple life