When I first met you, the cicadas were chirping in the midsummer, the sultry night, the moment you looked at me, it turned out that my heart was slowly getting closer too.
Later, when youth was flying wildly, my heart was like a sailboat floating on the rough sea, passionate and surging. It's just that the sea is made of tears, but that's also love.
-Why are you always like this?
-I like it
-What do you like?
-I like you...
Why is she always crying? It seems that women are really made of water...
Intention: Love is affirmation thousands of times