What is love?

What is love, the wind? Once it has blown, it will no longer pass through your hair; is it rain? Once it falls, it will not float into the sky again. There is wind and rain, as long as you are willing, you will always wait. But what about love? It is always erratic, making you unable to figure it out. Even if you are in it, you are still afraid of gains and losses. Maybe only love in novels is perfect. Don't worry about who will be hurt. Kind people will always find their love.

What is love? Love is actually just a phone call and two concerns when you are away from home, which can make each other's hearts go home together while waiting for lovesickness.

What is love? Love is actually a sip of water when you are thirsty, a cup of tea when you are tired; a word of greeting when you are wronged, a little humor and a flower when you are angry.

What is love? Love is actually a state of mind. A ten-dollar rose or a thousand-dollar diamond are equally beautiful, capable of love, and can become heaven in each other's eyes.

What is love? Love is actually a kind of responsibility. You know a shoulder to lean on, and he knows that he can only sleep in your arms.

What is love? Love is actually a kind of fate. A red thread, two lovesicknesses, three lives of destiny.

What is love? Love is actually a kind of life. We support each other, never leave each other, holding your hand, we will endure the wind and rain together. The vicissitudes of time pass by like a white horse, and the aging love is like a glass of wine and a play.

What is love? Love is actually a kind of life. Look at each other and smile with the one you love, and walk silently holding hands without words or commitments. Put on an apron, go into the kitchen, and make a pot of soup for the one you love. When the wind blows, tighten her clothes and straighten her hair. On rainy days, take an umbrella to hold up a clear sky for her. When you wake up, the thoughtfulness and gentleness in your eyes and the warmth in your skin can make you happy for a lifetime!

Love is actually very simple. It warms your hands and touches your heart inadvertently. We grow old together in the reincarnation of spring, summer, autumn and winter. . . . . .

What is love, the wind? Once it has blown, it will no longer pass through your hair; is it rain? Once it falls, it will not float into the sky again. There is wind and rain, as long as you are willing, you will always wait. But what about love? It is always erratic, making you unable to figure it out. Even if you are in it, you are still afraid of gains and losses. Maybe only love in novels is perfect. Don't worry about who will be hurt. Kind people will always find their love.

What is love? Love is actually just a phone call and two concerns when you are away from home, which can make each other's hearts go home together while waiting for lovesickness.

What is love? Love is actually a sip of water when you are thirsty, a cup of tea when you are tired; a word of greeting when you are wronged, a little humor and a flower when you are angry.

What is love? Love is actually a state of mind. A ten-dollar rose or a thousand-dollar diamond are equally beautiful, capable of love, and can become heaven in each other's eyes.

What is love? Love is actually a kind of responsibility. You know a shoulder to lean on, and he knows that he can only sleep in your arms.

What is love? Love is actually a kind of fate. A red thread, two lovesicknesses, three lives of destiny.

What is love? Love is actually a kind of life. We support each other, never leave each other, holding your hand, we will endure the wind and rain together. The vicissitudes of time pass by like a white horse, and the aging love is like a glass of wine and a play.

What is love? Love is actually a kind of life. Look at each other and smile with the one you love, and walk silently holding hands without words or commitment. Put on an apron, go into the kitchen, and make a pot of soup for the one you love. When the wind blows, tighten her clothes and straighten her hair. On rainy days, take an umbrella to hold up a clear sky for her. When you wake up, the thoughtfulness and gentleness in your eyes and the warmth in your skin can make you happy for a lifetime!

Love is actually very simple. It warms your hands and touches your heart inadvertently. We grow old together in the reincarnation of spring, summer, autumn and winter. . . . . .