[iloveblog7.22] 浪漫;Romanticism

Little girls don't know how to be sweet girls.
Mama didn't teach me.
Little boys don't know how to treat little girls.
Daddy didn't show me.

Again, the false affection.
Again, we break down inside.



Love, save the empty
and save me.


Stars feel like knives,
They tell us why we're fighting.
Storm, wait outside.
Oh, love, 
hold us together.





"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. 
She loved before she may love again.
 But if she loves you now, what else matters? 
She's not perfect - you aren't either,
 and the two of you may never be perfect together
 but if she can make you laugh, 
cause you to think twice, 
and admit to being human and making mistakes, 
hold onto her and give her the most you can. 
She may not be thinking about you every second of the day,
 but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break
 - her heart. 
So don't hurt her, don't change her,
 don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. 
Smile when she makes you happy, 
let her know when she makes you mad, 
and miss her when she's not there." 

— Bob Marley



Love and be loved. 
What else?