I had a thought for no one’s but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in an old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we’d grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon
感觉现在人都爱给爱下个定义
爱应该怎么怎么做,爱应该如何如何
好像达不到要求就不是爱一样
累不累啊
这不是考试,这也不是比试
这只是一种状态,而不应该是一种姿态
漂亮大方,浪漫感人,那都是给外人看的
自在舒服,快乐心安,那才是自己的