That year, that January, that day, the first time I met, if he does not mind, it is the liver and gall bladder, not for half of the vermilion lips sparingly, not love the youthful frivolity, only for the life of the encounter half of the edge, the other half is the mirror.
She said he is a mirror, shining out the vines of the demon breeding of a thousand people. Righteously asked her, promised her golden house no door! She replied:line, women like water! It has never been a demand, what is the meaning of gain and loss!
She said he is a wall, disguised as a gentleman in the mold of a hundred winks in the change. Ten thousand gold less than the ground to give, allow her to heart into the vulgar! She said: Do not. Pretend to be silly, forcing the truth! Never need to disguise, what is to see through!
Finally, one day, the disturbance came. Piles and piles of thin paper, a thousand people, a promise. Always not for the asking, what is the lack!
Yes, he finally contempt began in the countryside concepts as a problem. At that time is contempt, at this time is persecution. Worse moods arise from not being able to see one’s heart’s voice. When she could stand, stand upright, stand firm, she said she could love him no more.
She didn’t love him for one reason. Please take off his mask, wear it too long to see the mirror.
Looking back, she realized that she really didn’t love him. Never loved him all along. Love, for one reason only, is a clean soul. What’s a soul? No one’s ever seen one.
Without a clean. Soul, she would rather choose to be alone, hold on to loneliness. She is just a companion with him, at the end of life vaguely see each other intersect the track, and then understand:not love is not love, know the past life, this life, the next life, cherish hidden in the heart. Self-love is an important weapon of defense, love is not contempt, not a paper commitment.
She, an exception, is his careless accident.
