There are always some illusions in what we say, the more intimate people love to talk back, when the mood is good, they understand the real meaning of the other party, when they are in a bad mood, they suddenly get bored, they can no longer express it after a long time, and the words that cannot be expressed well for a long time slowly become a thorn, stab at each other, and then the weaker the heart will be stabbed with holes, and slowly the scab slowly hardens and slowly becomes a thorn. Such things will always happen again and again, I only hope that your soul will be repeatedly washed by various things, you whose wounds are healed and torn apart and healed, you who work hard to grow and are hammered by life, no matter how difficult it is, you will also give birth to a flower in your heart!
Maybe you want a pampering, how luxurious. Wanting to see the world through your eyes and share bits with me is what I want most. So with you to feel the plane rising up and put on the vast clouds, with you strolling through the book city to swim in the ocean of knowledge, across the screen are smelling the aroma of coffee and roast leg of lamb, through the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the city, a little bit of accumulation of life experience, in the process of experiencing the beautiful that is the meaning, do not ask things. Imagining your own clumsy way of washing your own clothes can't help but wonder, there is you in the world, "Wow, so gentle! It turns out that the person I care about most is that I am willing to share with you everything in the world