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Subtle clouds weave with artful grace,Shooting stars bear sorrow's trace,The Milky Way's long, silent space.
Golden breeze and dew of jade meet,Their chance encounter, a rare treat,Surpassing all that human hearts beat.
Tenderness flows like a gentle stream,Our lovely tryst, a fleeting dream,The Magpie Bridge's path, a retreat we can't gleam.
If our love's deep and true,Why should it cling to the morning's hue?Love that lasts, needs not the daily view.
-Written by Vrillon2024.6.10

“Vines crawl up branches, swaying together to weave the summer.”
That yearI listened to the songs of birds,enjoyed the fragrance of plants,sensed the rise of mistsfrom the sole of my feetin those beaming daysunder the shadow of the moon .
Breeze murmured,revealing the veil of
vibrated,giving a mummery my keen senses,I can't help but flock to him.
—Jenova Amrtus Zaraphio

Hello dear,
You are like the bright summer sun, warming every corner of mine. On the day that I see you, my heart is full of joy and 网页链接are the most precious person in my life, your smile, your eyes, your voice, all make me feel immense happiness. Your presence makes my world better, and I thank God that he allowed me to see you.I hope that we can spend all the days of life together, whether it is laughter or tears, I am willing to go through with you. You are my life support and encouragement, and also the source of my heart, you are unique. I cherish all of you, including your strengths and weaknesses. I hope that we can grow together, learn together, and face the challenges of life together.Dear, you are the treasure of my life. I look forward to spending every morning with you, because I know, with you by my side, every day is full of hope and you, forever love you!
—Written by Vrillon


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    Hold thy hand, dear, till our days be told,
    In thy grasp, I'll dwell, as we age, side by side, bold.
    Hælo leof,
    Þu eart swa beorht sumor sunne, hreowende ealle mine hyrdes. On ðam dæge þe ic þe gesih, bið min hige ful af blisse and blisse.
    Þu art se mǽst weorðmyndlic man on minum life, þin smile, þin eage, þin stefen, ealle don me feolan unspedig blisse. Þin weorþmynd makes min woruld betere, and ic þancode God þæt he me lette þe gesih.
    Ic hǽbbe hǽlpe þæt we magon gegaderode geþeon eall þa dægas on life, beo hit gelæd oððe tearas, ic wille geþeon mid þe. Þu art min liflic support and incitement, and eac min blisse welle.
    On minum hige, þu art anlic. Ic treowe ealle þin, inc on þin forðung and þin gebyrel. Ic hǽbbe hǽlpe þæt we magon gegaderode growan, gegaderode læran, gegaderode standan gege lifes gefeohte.
    Leof, þu art se treow on minum life. Ic hǽbbe hǽlpe and þu gegaderode on eall morgen, for ic wat, mid þe besyde, is eall dæg ful of hǽlpe and blisse.
    Lufie ðe, æfre lufie ðe![爱心]
    The greatest romance of English majors is to write in Old English


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