Love can never be explained by words.
You come and stop at the red light.
My blurred eyes were wet with rain.
Love always stays on the lips.
Your figure is like a lark.
I turned my face and let the sun continue to shine.
Love is actually each other's wings
You can fly freely in my mind.
I am no longer sad.
Love is no longer destroyed by wind and rain.
You heard my nonsense in your dream.
I opened the window quietly.
Love is that purple silk scarf.
The way you smile.
I have carefully collected it for several years.
Love doesn't dry.
You are always in the wave of happiness.
How do I delete and copy?
Love will grow into a big tree
You look for gentle support in the wind
I am crying
Tears of love
You are the beautiful fog in autumn.
I'm lost
Love sprouts in the wet spring.
You have something called happiness.
I want to tell you my story.
Love was written into a book n years later.
You became a loyal reader of this book after n years.
I may have returned to my planet.
Love spreads in another world.
You are always waiting for the meteor on the horizon.
I can feel the joy and confusion of growing up.
Love is quietly hidden in a page of that Chinese book.
Every time you look back,
I can read it.
Love is no longer the expectation of an eighteen-year-old girl.
In autumn, you are in a forest full of fallen leaves in a foreign country.
I still love you.
Love is replaced by another kind of care.
You missed that spring.
I can still dream of you after many years.
Love is blurred into a fragrant consciousness.
You still smile as you did a few years ago.
I'm still trembling about it.
Love is written by me as a beautiful poem.
You put every sentence to music.
I played the bamboo flute.
Love is so melodious that it reaches the upper reaches of the Yangtze River.
You see my eyes and there is a clear river in my hand.