You look good in roses, and you look romantic in the sea.

I'd rather all the stars fall.

From now on, I only look at the billion galaxies in your eyes.

What is romantic is not the four seasons, but the four seasons when you are by my side.

I liked myself from 17 until I met you at 18.

Three thousand floating world, I love three thousand. Day, month and clear.

The day is morning, the month is late, and the Qing dynasty is morning and evening.

White tea is nothing but waiting for the wind.

Please believe that a lover has two feet.

Will come back through the mountains and seas.

The stars enter the galaxy, you enter my eyes,

Mountain south and water north, willing to walk with you.

Your good and bad are just right in my eyes.

May your eighteen loves be your eighty companions.

Like is the unconscious justifying a fault.

And unreasonable preferences

You are a candy secretly added on this boiled water day.

You don't have to do this. Good. I like it. I don't need it. As long as you don't resent it.

Understand your strangeness and accompany your cocoa sex.

I am full of alcohol, and the mountains and rivers are yours. I miss you so much.

Like is a choice, love is yours.