Melt cross-flowing caramel like lust. A character as fragrant as a tango.
Light eyebrows, thin red makeup. For that afternoon coffee. The coffee cools while waiting. Love to her is a belated embarrassment.
The caramel is lingering and sticky in the mouth, sweet and bitter are indistinguishable; the same is true for the word "love", chewing carefully, although it is sweet, although it is sad.
Love, happiness with pain, but also sweet with sadness. Secrets can be hidden and secrets can be wiped away.
A woman's life is all about love.
To love, to be loved. Love others, love yourself.
When love comes, the eyes surrounded by crow's feet also look forward to brilliance. The unstoppable magnetic field of happiness seems to sweeten the air around you.
When love is lost, sadness becomes dry air, wraps the time, glides over the skin, the corners of the eyes, the ends of the hair, and dissipates.
Sweet, astringent, all because of love.
From a little girl to an old lady, how many joys and sorrows will be experienced. I only wish that in my lifetime, I can be treated gently by the world.
Women are like caramel, dense and melt in the mouth, passion is sweet, strong and persistent.
Love is like caramel, happy and sad, sweet and bitter.
Everyone has a better half. Only by meeting this other half can that lonely heart be truly comforted.
Falling in love with someone is not just about rushing to her and telling her, I have admired you for a long time. Instead, it is about a certain moment of hers, about a certain detail of her, about her inadvertent smile, approaching slowly and cautiously.
White Moonlight. Somewhere in my heart, so bright, but so cold.
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