Love, like the hands of the sand, the more tight grip, the faster it flows.
Love, like porcelain, it is easily broken, need gently.
Love, like coffee, bitter and astringent and sweet, drunk excitement insomnia.
Love like a garden, there are roses, there are cactus.
Love, like the moon turns perfect round, but also become the waxes
Love is cannot use the formula to find the answer.........
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