If two people who meet have love in their hearts at the same time, it is a kind of beauty, and one's love is also beautiful. Whether two people meet at the same time and feel love, or one person is unilateral, they are all beautiful and belong to themselves. Whether you are together or lovesick or sweet or painful, the emotions in love may be accompanied by a * * * voice, but after all, only you know.

Love should have different colors and feelings for different people. Some people's love is dull but warm, some people's love is warm but ups and downs, some people's love lasts forever, and some people's love is beautiful but instantly destroyed.

I don't want to deliberately change myself and make others fall in love with me, both internally and externally. To like is to like your unique self. No one can escape anyone's clutches. I tried to be what I wanted to be yesterday, but today I may not be an angel in my heart.

We are all ordinary people, a layman. Love may be cautious at the beginning, afraid of hurting yourself, and may weigh each other's efforts. Nature and humanity should protect themselves. But when love is firm to yourself and even unconsciously changes itself, if it happens, your love is always conditional. The wind blew in through the window and my chest began to get cold.

You will treat me with the experience you think you have had and claim to be afraid of me. Maybe you don't know that every "small" blow can make a person stay away from the origin at a certain point and stop looking forward to it. I began to wonder, who do you love? Is it me? Or me after your transformation? I can only live in my own love.

Two frustrated people said that they should stick to it, overcome the reality and have their own troubles. I love myself more and more, but physically change the ending of the breakup. I bought a return ticket for love, but there is no date. I don't understand your expectations. I'm making my own insistence. Hope is thrown to the South Pole, but people stand at the North Pole.

From the first day we met, our contact never stopped. With your continuous support, we began to believe that we could call you in the future. A rare wind blew through my city, and their connection ended one day. In this short termination, you dedicated your love to history, which suddenly made people still. You say how inappropriate we are, there is no need to insist, why start from scratch.

Don't you know that it's wrong to persist after love? Forget the cold words, and the fingers that have been holding, suddenly it's hard to say anything. From the beginning of acquaintance, I searched bit by bit, trying to prove that there are traces of love, thinking that maybe I will be your angel at some time.

What is love like? Is it serious or not? You think my tears are worthless, just like discarded waste paper, but you never know that they are for a man's first time.

Still can't draw the appearance of love, vague. Like an injured child, carefully protected, but still injured here. Love like a glass doll needs a rubber heart. If it is broken, it won't hurt too much. If anyone knows what love is like, please knock on my door and tell me, a lost child.