Love for being is like ferment for winery. If we need proliferation, we can’t help to own it. In my opinion, love is something of monsoon. When people fail in love, their intestine were facilitated to absorb because the lovers become fatter quickly; don’t get why even if the lovers just live in frugality, sweet still goes with them. Additionally, the memories of lovers are always fragrant. Although sometime we feel the lovers have no civism, they still feel boast and are itching to meet their mate.

 In contrast, it likes relic because when we fail out of love, everything become shred, it can’t back to intact situation. The virtue of lover is never to take your love lighting.

 If we love someone, we just appeal to build the pipeline between us. Unfortunately, the rumour is that “Love can’t bear a grain” because love always is shrouded by envy; a trivial thing might make our emotion plump down. Some girls like to go to the boutiques to décor themselves; some boys prefer to hang out with their brothers and friends; some ones could need someone to mediate; the others may look for the curative methods because they feel funny.