Money and fame.
How many people silently wait for the promise of love?
How many people wander alone under the old poplar for love?
How many people have sworn to love each other?
Reluctantly
someone says that
Love is a predestination made in previous lives.
Others said
Love is a hazy Garden of Eden.
Love is a bitter seed; Germinate slowly and then grow slowly.
Love is not a false confession; This is not a business bought by money and flesh.
Love is a kind of spirit.
Love is a kind of dedication.
Love needs to pay silently, not hypocritical colors and decorations.
Love is a kind of power.
Love is a nobleness.
Love is a purity.
Love is national unity.
Where there is love, there is warmth.
Only the corner with love has color.
Where there is love, there is a dream.
A loving family is colorful.