Later I learned that all the love affairs in the world were just caused by romantic imagination.
I remember when we first met, you told me that the water here was gentle, and you told me to remember to handle it with care. Sometimes, I feel that your arms are confused, hot and cold, and I feel sorry for myself hundreds of times in it, like a lonely child.
I know we've all struggled with this, and we can't kid ourselves. On the contrary, I am more like an addict, burning my passion cautiously and violently.
Finally, you also have feelings for me.
You are no longer what you used to be, and your love has reached its limit within the limitations of human nature.
Could it be that the love of our time is incompetent?
Concept: It turns out that all love in the world is just caused by romantic imagination.