Love a person, must not have; But had a person, must love well!

Affection, do not know what to remove, and be passionately devoted; Love, do not know what to depend on, deadly however not change. If do not love, unlock please, good make others organic can love; If loved, ask deep love, do not leave do not abandon! Love is not game, because we play,do not rise. Winter, one can invite the person's ineffable and sick season. Cannot find way, know to before breaking, should not go only, cannot stay, cannot stay. No matter be opposite with the fault, need alone person to bear. Go bravely, this is exclusive can choose.

The ache of love, clear and visible, that is silly price. Love each other, became harm finally however. After remembering to the end of one's life, regain consciousness suddenly, love, wave along with wind already medicinal powder. One dream awakes, everything already into thin air. I am not the person of one each illicit. To love, I think what I like to look for only, with the person that likes oneself, each other caress two people, mutual consideration. Just this society is too actual, too brutal.

My heart longs to be loved very much, also want to be fond of a person that loves me attentively very much. If you do not know my heart, do not swing a dimple in my heart please. I do not think a person's mind of him whole body is thrown, to finally it is an encounter only. So, the sincerity that does not take me please is joking, more the love that does not take me is become game, because I play not to rise! Love does not need to be perfunctory, do not have luxuriant appearance more. Love, just be in insipid in a wateriness the real situation, one kind is placed. Love a person, must not have; But had a person, must love well!

The drain with ceaseless feeling, the soul struggles bitterly, cannot find the crack that can escape. I do not know, does such sincere feeling torment me even how long? Perhaps, begin what a love lights in the heart that becomes me momently then, was destined not to have calm again from now on! That desolate in the heart, always want to be concealed very well. Countless, I long to love, yearn for the sort of warm sweetness, fear to be faced truely again however. Hold in both hands carefully every time have that love, heart, also cannot clear away again.