愛, 是什麼?
Love......
I leave before being left. I decide.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
I don’t want to live— I want to love first, and live incidentally.
Immature love says: “I love you because I need you.” Mature love says: “I need you because I love you.”
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about but few have seen.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
我站在妳面前, 但妳卻不知道我愛你....
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