I don't know who said it, he said, love can be perfect only in the story.
I don't know who said it, love, like ghosts, all say it, but we never really met.
So we should not only ask, what is love?
Since ancient times, the joys and sorrows surrounding love are like crucian carp crossing the river.
Not to mention the so-called love we encounter, just in our eyes, the separation and combination of others are countless.
Once in a while, when I calm down and think about it carefully, I suddenly find that we have never really left love.
We are just invaded by a kind of "poison" in our blood, with the beating of the heart,
This memory is like a thorn in the soul. Life is like a maggot of tarsal bone,
We can't escape. Sometimes we call it destiny.
We remember in the pursuit of forgetting, and pursue forgetting in the pursuit of remembering.
Between the eyes, "sad spirit" longmeizi comes quietly with her sixth album.
In this pure "dragon style singing", from the beginning to the end is the kind of light but unforgettable sadness.
With the flow of music, the tears in our hearts let us find that maybe we can only live in our own hearts,
Love can always exist, love does not belong to you, does not belong to us, can only belong to me.
Can only live in my heart. Flowing in the memory, this kind of love, sometimes we call it the third kind of love.
Finally, think of another legend, beauty is medicine, memory is poison.
We are always immersed in memories, recalling our lost youth,
Recalling our lost love, we are searching for it painstakingly, but we forget that it is the third poison of medicine.
We follow the music of longmeizi to recall the third kind of love with poison.
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