In essence, love is like the small wayside flower, that is beautiful just because it has seen the light of day, just because it exists, and then it can also decorate the room to which it has been brought into, it can instill some life to that room, to the people in that room, and you think you have created some beauty, however it will still be beautiful with or without your touch, it will be content and happy swaying at the wayside, far away from you,

So, do not be so proud, my dear, you have just been painted by someone else’s love,
You have not painted anything yet…

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