There is a confidant, the intersection is worse, but it is not a thing that it is, it is only occasionally entangled in the phone, says some people who are not coherent, and people who don't work, know the feelings of the belly, and the clouds are clear.
There is a friend, it is intimate partner, mutual understanding and trust, and makes the business and work, but there is no expression.
There is a netizen, just by the phone, but the heart is in a rhinoceros, the language conversions know each other, but in the happiness of the midnight, it can only miss, gather in the dream.
There is a kind of love, we can't call it.
Although there are the same heart, the same nostalgia, the same joy is satisfied, depending on the attachment, but there is always a constraint in the world, so that the mind is quiet, let the feelings are no longer drifting, relative, only, stop .
However, you can still enjoy a rare warmth in the sun, you can still have a tenderness in the midnight, you can still believe in your perfect and cute ... In these gentle love, you can still feel love.
Our world, after all, not only love. In the long footsteps, we have more love of the water color. There is only one red rose, the only mood of this life, and more time, air and water are gifts, let us enjoy life.
There is a truth, you can calmly forget the rivers and lakes. The hand of the gentleman, or the Pingshui meets, you can silently love, silently understand, silently filled with blessings, wave your hands, let the spring grass continue to come.
There are a lot of love, we can't bear the way, but you can't get together, the wind is from the sky, the golden Yuudu, and there are countless people.
That is, there is such feelings, floating into a warm air, just in such a heartless attire, we know that you also know the world, there is such a unreasonable moment. Let us gently sigh, deeply love, life in white clouds, blue sky.
Although we love, we don't call it.
