It rained in the Eiffel Tower in Paris, and the traces have been gradually smoothed out.
It's drizzling in new york, and things have quietly ended.
At the luxurious dinner in London, snowflakes fell one after another.
In the Summer Palace in Shanghai, rumors have gradually dispersed.
The coffee at the grand party in Sydney was as cold as snow.
The Dutch tulip was defeated, and the memory was like a dream.
I think I love you more than one word.
I think I have loved you for a long time.
I think I love you more than comfort.
I think I love you. It seems hard for you to understand.
I think I love you, at least for now.
I think I love you so fragile.