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Love,it is something you think.

It likes the sunshine when you fell cold ,It brings the warm for your heart.

It likes the  crystal seems lipid and simple,It brings the simple presure for you.

It likes the strom,It brings you big happiness.

But,It also like the darkness when you lose love.

The fastest ditance between you and your lover is not thousands miles,It was he or she stand face to you and you cannot pick his (or her)hands together.

Love,sometings like the glasss in the car.Anyone can see other one from the glass inside,but other cannot see who inside.They will walk on different ways by themselves.