I used to see a blue picture, the sea, the city's stone forest, then have three big words: I love you. Next to it is English: only death can let us separate.
I really like that painting. Such affection and courageous confession. But in real life, who is worth going to make this promise? True love, this is a wonderful wish, just more and more people no longer believe in love.
When I arrived, I walked everywhere. Seeing the chaotic space, there is a desire of water, the glitter eyes. Girl flowers-like body, man fever finger. Instant game, the floating love. Everything is safe because there is no promise.
Love that has no promise will make people get cold. Just like a lot of firewood, there is no flame in his heart, and it is impossible to ignite. He is still cold. That cluster small flame is our true love.
Love can be a moment, or it can be a lifetime. Everyone can fall in love with different people in different times, not whoever leaves anyone can't live. Forgot to make us strong.
The modern cold and flexible love concept is indeed different from the love of the sea, the sea. When a person doesn't love, he can fall in love with anyone around you. This desperate feeling makes people fall into the last abyss. Darkness.
I have always remembered a pair of old people that saw. They will take a walk on the street every day, two people are holding hands, talking quietly, walking along that road.
They can look at the sunset together, you can always accompany the dead day, you can see the child's life and grow up. This is happiness.
But later, I saw too many love, being made by money, interests, deception, use, betrayal ... harmful. Everyone wants to protect themselves. And everyone is full.
When you get hard, gentle hands are difficult to touch.
Some pure concepts have been destroyed by ruthless and painful.
