What is love?

Love is for her, I can do anything;

What is hate?

Hate is to love her, and I lost myself. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was she who intertwined love and hate,

It was she who made me experience mixed tastes,

It was she who made me understand the meaning of life,

It was she who taught me to cherish the preciousness of life.

It was she who made me realize that love and dislove youth will fade.

What kind of girl is that?

She is shy in front of others,

Unashamed in your presence,

She dances her teeth and claws in front of others,

but meek as a cat before you,

She is infinite in front of others,

embarrassed in your eyes,

She is mysterious in front of others,

I can't wait to dig out my heart and lungs next to you.

is such a girl,

She is gentle, generous, smiling, warm-hearted,

But you pushed it away again and again with a cold face,

You're laughing when she's crying,

You haven't seen her drunk,

She humbly prays that you will rightly refuse,

She doesn't know where her life is going, and you drink tea comfortably at home.

In the dead of night,

This clean, youthful, and beautiful figure will linger in my mind,

Every time she wanders,

I told myself that you don't love her,

Because you don't love her, that's why you hurt her deeply,

When she cries, you feel helpless,

She looks at you sleeping and laughs at you, and you feel funny,

When she's sleepy, she has to chat with you, you think you should take it for granted,

She was hungry and gave you the rest of the money, but you refused because she was embarrassed,

She endured her shyness and ran to the boys' dormitory to ask you to wash your dirty clothes, you feel proud,

She risked being quarantined, pretending to be sick and went to the teacher to ask for cold medicine, which you discarded.

Ten years later,

The one who remembers her most clearly in her mind is her,

Every time I feel that life is miserable, I feel sweet when I think of her.

Ten years ago,

I don't know love, I don't know love,

I only know fear and fear,

Ten years later,

I know heartache, I know how to regret,

I don't know why you're so infatuated?

I'm sorry, but I actually love you.

This sentence is ten years late,

I guess you don't need it anymore,

I just don't know that I'm a blur in your mind,

Or the ugly monster who hates it to the extreme.