"Butterflies cannot fly across the sea, and no one has the heart to blame...
The furthest distance in the world/is not life and death/but that I am standing in front of you/but you don't know that I love you/the furthest distance in the world/is not that I am standing in front of you/but you don't know that I love you/but is in love to the point of obsession/but can't say I love you/the furthest distance in the world/is not that I can't say I love you/but that I miss you so much/but can only bury it deep in my heart/the furthest distance in the world/is not that I can't say I miss you/but that we love each other/but can't be together
I want to write an article to take a look at love in the world from a bird's eye view, simple and true love.
When Ling Xiao cut her hair short and put on Min Xing's pajamas, would she be like the Trachelospermia that turned into a butterfly, only to feel a deeper loneliness?
Zhu Jin warmed herself with a scarf and long hair. That kind of wrapping heart may not be sociable after all in this straightforward era.
This article is clear water, jump ahead, if you don't understand it, read with caution.
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