Today, I have a jump on the high place, but I will not fall after the dream is jumping. It is flying. So do I freely and no longer fear? But I won't jump, unless you can see you.
I once dreamed on the road, watching the moonlight on your face, looking at the star on our shoulders. We are independent but never lonely, and our wandering is accompanied by it. That is a never tired dream, I defend it like a child, constantly adding bricks to it.
I love you, just like everything in love, I can live something.
However, I hate three words "I love you", because it can't express my feelings for you, but I have to say it, like everyone. Because of this, I hate these three words.
I don't want our love in the sky, I am from it, I don't want our love to be collected, being covered on the wall. I want a fresh love, even if it is in hell, just as long as you are living together.
what is love? Love is what you let me think of all the most beautiful things in life.
I want to give up, I can't do it, for me, you are more precious than life.
You must understand my feelings, but you can't experience it. Just like you can't experience the street that I walked at one night, I suddenly felt that the whole street was fighting me, not only the street, anywhere we arrived, all campus, whole city, The whole world.
Because it is a lonely world without your life.
