What if I write about love?
Someone said will be tragic, happy, hurt, loss, sad, happy, ....
But actually there are still enough of these things. What strange love is not you?
Do people have to work hard to live without death. Sometimes it is a must to die once. But how will they die, so they dare not die, just think of a new love, sigh.
As for happiness, of course, there are memories that everyone will remember when they first meet, shy, afraid, just look at each other laugh, do not say a few sentences, you try to recall On the first try to go play happy happy, but suddenly realized the present sad sad, not you.
The next day wrote again.
