Love, is a very dangerous thing, follow you. One years of experience, or strong or weak, are a bit blossom; Love, is a tough practice, without explanation. With a beautiful scenery, colorful life, or happy or sad is a baptism; Or far or near, it is a kind of life, a choice without regrets. Silently accompany, do not need to blame put light, the heart is no commitment to slowly precipitation. Actually, your know, awake in the intersection of the wind is a kind of love. Streets in the rain, love is a kind of helpless; In a station in life, love is a no return ticket! , elder brother, good night.