Please don’t love me. I am a wanderer who travels around the world. You don’t have the wealth you need, but only the dust and wild atmosphere. The youth full of my traveling bag was squandered on the road of life by me without heavy gains. My youth irrigated the grass on the roadside, making it spread freely and irrigated the small flowers on the roadside, letting it release the attractive wild fragrance to its heart. However, the later pedestrians trampled on the green grass rudely and took away the attractive flowers savagely. Please don’t love me. I am fooling around in the world. The rolling world of mortals kills my ambition like a hongge. The dissolute me wastes the best and loving time in my life. I am in the red wine, shuttling through the crowd of Red Men and green women. I am lucky when I am drunk! Fortunately, I was still living in the human world. When I entered the nightmare, I didn’t know that I had left the world and embarked on a road of no return. Please don’t love me. I, a groggy person, has already lost my goal in life. I, a struggling person, has lost the courage and confidence in life. The tired heart shrank in the corner of the buildings, and the trembling torso drew ridicule from passers-. I covered my face with my hands, hoping that the curtain of darkness would fall earlier. Please don’t love me. When I was like a flower, I was banned in the glass vase, appreciated and played by others. The vagueness of love and the confusion of Love Make the flower buds which I have never opened fade too early. Miserable me was ruthlessly thrown into the dustbin of life. Please don’t love me, although I am also eager to get gentle caress and comforting hug. However, I can’t give you the romance before and after the flowers, let alone the passion like clouds and rain. I am like a hollowed-out leather bag, abandoned on the road of life. I really can’t imagine how many ups and downs and how long the future life will be. Please don’t love me. I am just a tiny cloud passing by the sky you love. I come and go in a hurry. I am just a gust of wind, disappearing in the desert, grassland, empty valley and urban alley. Please don’t really love me. Maybe I have no chance with true love in this life.

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