Love is blue and blue, love is bright green, and love is your bright eyes.
Love is pure snow, love is a flaming sunrise, and love is an unpredictable future.
Love doesn't need too many flowery words, as long as a shallow smile blooms on a flowery face.
Love doesn't need an earth-shattering hug, just your warm chest and indulgence of my occasional crying.
Love doesn't need a lifetime oath, as long as it can make me feel your hug when I am hurt.
Love doesn't need to be together forever, as long as you look back suddenly, you still have your warm eyes.
Love is holding your hand when you are confused.
Love is to treat your willfulness as a romantic sentiment in life.
Love is when you are old, and Huang still keeps you as a treasure in his heart.
Love is whispering in your ear, dear, I will grow old with you.