This is your last chance to leave the flowers. Don't hurt the flowers, this is our last agreement. Of course, lovers' festivals can't be too simple. Let's take a look at the out-of-print creative signature (dragging down the couple's personality signature)

I miss you and slowly become my breath. Miss you, slowly become my oxygen.

White paper, dark blue carbon pen, words, symbols, lines. A warm and persistent song, missing, fragment, name.

Touch, the "golden section" of love, has long been dried by time. Touch, the "historical value" of love has already weathered with the world.

The world without you, loneliness, loneliness, emptiness, is so [unobstructed], warmth, sweetness and satisfaction are so [unique].

Fluffy cotton candy, sweet taste who can stand it. Colorful lollipops, who can resist the charming temptation.

All you have given me is love, which is a heavy burden to me. Don't give me your so-called love, it's just a burden.

Don't leave me, I'm afraid life would be worse than death without you. Don't leave me, I really can't bear to forget it.

My husband's love has been confiscated by me all my life. The affection of my wife is unique in my life. Valentine's Day is a festival for lovers, but there are still many lovers who can't spend this romantic festival together, so they can only convey their feelings for each other by missing. (Author: Shadow Twilight Feather)

I bet my youth on tomorrow. Will tomorrow disappoint me? I love you with my life, will it hurt me?

In Peter Pan's fairy tales, there is no me. On Cupid's arrow of love, there is no my name/

Toward the sun, find your own share of sunshine, toward the sun, find your own share of warmth.

Quiet, that's an untouchable release.