It took me a long time to realize that I love you
Many reasons have been created to visit you
How beautiful is your Shyness
I tell many stories just to see it.
You may own a thousand
But you are mine only
Only your memories make me forget all my sorrows
Only you can give me peace of mind
Only you can drive me crazy
Be beautiful in your thoughts
I also became a good person
My only wish is that my death should happen before yours
I can't imagine the world without you
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JANE AYU
A person with an insatiable love for letters can reduce life's difficulties by reading and writing letters, which brings peace to the mind.
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