For love

I have seen people who are colorful. I have seen the love of taking measures to fall. Meeting strangers explains different love styles. Walking and running mode. The interpretation of love and hate is incisively and vividly. True or false. It’s not the test of time and the temptation of the world. At the beginning, love is like paint, find it difficult to tear apart. After passion is cold, it is silence. Like ice, like the end of the world. Love cannot be blamed. You can only blame the behavior in the name of love. In love, the reasons are the same. I want to be with her (him). When breaking up, there are tens of millions of reasons. No matter how many reasons there are. It means that you can’t be together any more. If you are together, life is meaningless. Therefore, he went to sorrow and pain for various reasons and went to the essence of his heart. For example, they are all victims of love. After a thousand hearts are drunk, they will look for something more satisfying. Because, love is never old to follow. Tired, With Love, sleepy, with love, happy, with love. Silence and love. It is life and embellishment. It is the color of life. My friends around me are all tired by love. Without happiness, it is accompanied by trouble, weariness and grief, and if it is accompanied by the lingering psychological shadow. Just like, my neighbor. He sent away his girlfriend and began to talk on the phone with another girl for an hour. He was still in a passionate and tender communication. It seems that there are endless words. I think he and his girlfriend can’t be together, otherwise life will be meaningless. The person on the other side of the phone is a perfect match. So, So. Love, like this. How about we. Love is credible, but people do not. Is Your Love still there? If it is still there, enjoy it. Because, it is only in your memory, in your dream, in your singing. OK, love. Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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