Love is sometimes like the sea, because the sea has no shape. The stormy waves surged forward, continuously and silently. Waves followed one after another, taking turns to lift up the sea of love, but they barely moved it.
The existence of time only allows you and me to touch each other's most real waves of love with our fingerprints in this sea.
Each wave only stirs up the same sea water in an instant, and my sea only stirs up waves for you.
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