Love is the water that drips on the petals of that foggy morning. Love is a small stream of water falling from the sky.

Love is a trick to play with birds. Love is an elusive moonlit. Love is like moonlit night , she can be seen very much at some point. Suddenly it becomes elusive again.

Love is like a little firefly that flees from one place to another.

Suddenly the flicker comes to the fore and I know where it is lost again.

Love is like that little island illuminated by the moonlight.

Love is a group of small deer cubs inside the island.

Love is the occasional appearance of poisonous black snakes in the flower garden.

Love is the result of not being able to steal silk all day long.

Love is the heartbeat that jumps between his praise and quarreling.

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