Love had ever gave me kinds of tears.

For blessedness, painfulness, sweetness, sadness, happiness, or depression.

The beauty of the "Being LOVED", and the sorrow of the "Betraied me".

All of them were changing into tears and falling from my eyes.

But I still NOT regret.

Although the memories seemd a little mournful. I still believe the LOVE.

It's the blessedness of the tears when I met you.

 

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爱情给过我很多眼泪。幸福的，痛苦的，甜蜜的，悲伤的，快乐的，消沉的.

 

被爱的美，背叛的悲。都化作一颗颗泪珠噼里啪啦地滚落下来。

而我依然不悔。纵然回忆略有些凄美。但我信守着手中被我称作幸福的东西。

遇上你，是眼泪的幸福。