#Emotional Review Award#Love eyes, like peeking. Also like begging? A kind of extravagance always lingers in the heart, like the wings of a hollow cicada, building that beautiful empty slot. It's not that you don't want to love, but you don't dare to love. The pool in his eyes was like tears of love. Like that terrible dewdrop falling, smashing through the memory of a thousand years. The butterfly's dream is always approaching in the low flight, and the moment the dragonfly stands on the branch, it knows what is happening? Looking at the frogs in the rice fields in the distance, chirping in the night of acacia, I don't know that it is all superfluous. This kind of cry is very common, like a familiar dream, and it has been done one after another. The jumping grasshopper is eavesdropping on the sound of frogs, and what are you eavesdropping on?
The field of vision is always focused on the movement of a person coming and going, and does not dare to get close or far away, just like there is a vague thought in the heart that involves the heart. Those dynamic beauty often make your heart beat, you are like a plum to quench your thirst, reveling under the pear blossom tree, and like building the dream of the beautiful peach, the wings of the cicada spread, and the love is piled up, just like opening the rain curtain in your rain dream, a natural awakening, calling you Mao Sai to open. wow! The prophetic beauty, the banishment in the dream, the dream of a beautiful person stretching and extending, and every time you put in it is so obvious, like you hugging that kiss and not wanting to leave.
A lonely man always took the lover's hand and slipped away. Didn't dare to stay, afraid of being peeked in. What used to be concentration will make you miserable, but now you are left alone, looking at the familiar back and slipping away. Scared? Are you really scared? What is this for? There is always the sourness of that love in the heart. It was as if one's own soul had long since ceased to belong to oneself, as if it had been torn apart by that love. In the hope of wearing autumn water to think, to love. The past is vividly remembered, just like the imprint on the heart, the bits and pieces that cannot be forgotten, are like bleeding in dreams, tearing the heart and lungs like pain. Far away and can't put down, too close, still scared to death, is this love sprouted, really make people afraid, heart pounding thought.
At a glance, it's strange and strange, and it doesn't matter. What matters is whether you love me or not. There is nothing to keep secret from you, for all I have long since belonged to you. Your eyes are full of tears of love and sorrow, and you can't always draw out that pool of lovesickness. You always want to break through the unrealistic haze, but how much courage you muster, it is so successful. The desire to be discouraged is always incessant, and you swallow the tears of lovesickness again and again and pick them up again and again. It's really helpless, but it can't be explained.
From your flustered eyes, I saw your embarrassment again and again, like what had you been stolen? Scared to death. Maybe that's the love factor. You love me very much, but you dare not love, you are afraid of love. You can see from the flustered look in your eyes that you are not cowardly, but afraid of contact and proximity. It was a kind of love that was ignorant, like the shame of a young girl, who did not dare to cross, nor did she dare to approach.
Good weird mentality, good confused patronage. Every time you want to slip away with your wounds. The look of reluctance, and the helplessness of not wanting to leave, can be seen in the look in your eyes. The distance is close, but it seems to be at the end of the world. Bitter wow? A good encounter, only to look at a lamp, like a lamp extinguished. Can it not be painful? Can you not think about it? Detachment! The helplessness of reality will make you feel pain, whether you see the value of love, not in the twilight, but in the heart to build a dam of love.
Fear is an interpretation of love. I think I feel satisfied that you have been afraid of me all your life, because I feel that your love is right in front of me, right next to me. Never far away from me, so close.
I've wanted to feel this way all my life, to love you so secretly.