For a lifetime, love and life will never stop.

"People talk about falling in love three times in their lives, once ignorant, once engraved, and once in a lifetime." Although people always grow up and are less willing to trust their feelings, they still look for phased patterns in the emotional world. A few days ago, I overheard Leong Jingru's "how am I?" The sun rises as usual. I heard Leong Jingru's new album again after seven years. Only after listening to the songs slowly, did I find that Leong Jingru's love songs had been with me all these years. It gave me a glimpse of the way feelings continue to grow. The warm voice and lyrics always poked at the softest part of my heart, and I also learned how to understand love.

"I will cherish the eternal little things of the Coke ring."

-- "Coke Ring"

16-year-old summer, it was the first time I felt love. The summer sun stings so that people can not open their eyes, the air is emitting the fragrance of lemongrass, the surrounding laughter and running crowd have become a superfluous background, the field of vision is only the sweaty teenagers on the basketball court. The place where we often meet is the school convenience store, blushing to say goodbye to friends on both sides amid gossip laughter, walking back to the classroom together and enjoying a two-minute date. Occasionally meet each other in the corridor, away from the teacher's line of sight, carefully look at each other for a second, and then seem unintentional but full of expectation to pass by, in an instant the heartbeat is surging, sloshing ripples for a long time.

after the evening self-study, he drove me home on his bike, and his humming song echoed in the deserted alley, which was one of my favorite songs. The movie we went to see together at the weekend was our first official date, and the two of us walked slowly home after the show, hoping that the road would be longer. He put a Coke can ring on my finger as a ring, and the shy and clumsy boy turned into a shining prince. I nodded and grasped the pull ring hard as if clasping the green and sincere oath in my hand.

when I was in love for the first time, when I first came into contact with pink feelings, I wanted to give all my heart and was hindered by fear and shyness of the unknown. I carefully colored each other's white paper with my color. Only at this time, diamonds and big houses are too far away, not money and power, and sincere love is a sufficient and necessary condition for a relationship. A simple Coke ring is enough to make people cry. The little thing of first love was an adventure that could not start all over again in my youth. I, who was naive and enthusiastic at that time, grew up day by day with the sincerity of collecting a Coke ring and believing in my feelings for no reason. is the happiest thing in the world.

"how come it gets hot first but gets cold first, while

slow heat keeps boiling."

-- "slow cooling"

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cover the lid of the iron box with the Coke ring. I am 26 years old. I am no longer a maiden, and the changes in my body, or some obvious traces in my soul, indicate that I cannot be a complete maiden in the sun. Memories of the past-ring letters and candy paper with vows are sealed together, silent in a corner of the old warehouse, and the boys of the past don't know where they are.

I met a second man who would no longer take out a zipper ring or make childish promises but would prepare a perfect surprise gift, a delicate red rose, and a candlelight dinner in a fancy restaurant. He would suddenly show up downstairs to pick me up from work, talking about topics I had heard or never heard. I was always amused and surprised that he was so good at telling stories that I found interesting. We went to the home store together to discuss what style the house would be decorated in the future. we would also watch movies late at night and be happy or sad for the joys and sorrows of the characters in the movie. I still know how to beat, but I feel that my heart is covered with drum skin, and the beating voice is slow and dull.

thought the day would go on like this until the dispute engulfed daily communication, he slammed the door and I sat on the living room floor crying until he no longer cared about how I spent my day and hung up on me under an excuse. There is a temperature difference in the relationship, he originally took the initiative to be passive, and I am still tortured by love, which is difficult to cool quickly.

the two areas are closely matched as buttons, but they can't resist the cooling of feelings in daily chores. Busy daily life prevents us from communicating calmly, and the buttons that were fastened begin to fall apart. Trying to break free from each other's shackles. At this stage, meaningless wars between couples are staged every day, and vigorous love becomes tasteless but a pity to be abandoned. The other party's love cools and withdraws from the game, while I am still boiling, clinging to the rope on the cliff and refusing to let go. Slow and cold people always choose to torture themselves.

"We all get what love wants.

become happier people."

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the feelings of the past are like footprints on the beach, once unforgettable, and one day there will be waves and everything will be calm. At the age of 36, I have been through so much that I admit that I no longer have the courage and energy to talk about a fast, hot, and rapidly cooling relationship. My appearance hasn't changed much. A few wrinkles in the corners of my eyes are written by experience, but nominally I have become someone's wife. The beginning of the story between my husband and me is light and not strong, chatting about past stories in the dim light of the cafe, and then seeing similar scars in each other's hearts. We talked about what we had in common with each other, and then tolerated each other like his own, the relationship was stable and strong as if there was a thread holding him to my side. I will get up half an hour early to prepare breakfast, my husband often accompanies me to the market after work, two people sit on the roadside bench watching the sunset halo-dye the clouds, no one speaks, enjoying the quiet beauty of this moment. We also often have a long talk in the middle of the night, talking about problems at work and ideas in life, no longer wronged ourselves for love, but also put forward our demands while tolerating each other.

the days staggered slowly, and I walked slowly holding his hand.

at the end of the long journey, I met him. There was not only love between us but also the family began to sprout. I also had the dual identity of lover and relative. In addition to meeting each other, I also met all of him, his family and friends, his strengths and weaknesses, we no longer just know each other, but also began to blend. Like fireworks focused on a moment of beautiful love gradually moving towards a long stream, no longer repeatedly confirming their love with each other, but in the bond with each other, hug to keep warm, snuggle up to each other, and go forward.

We may experience love several times in our lives. Some love is like a rickety green leather train, the beginning and the end are very slow, and they are not even sure whether they hold love in hand. They often feel like the "kind of lover" sung by Leong Jingru. "always a little naive, quietly waiting for something to happen. Hide the most beautiful dreams the deepest, and consummation is estranged and dull." Afraid to annoy each other, so choose to be unhappy. Some love is like a lit torch. At first, it seems that nothing in the world is as important as the hug of the present until the fire is left with only ashes, and the pain of hindsight is several times more violent than happiness. Leong Jingru sings in "slow Cold": " romance makes you gentle and makes you cry the most." "every lost relationship makes people grow. In love, I can love and enjoy the right to be loved, but when the love is broken, I have to bear the pain that the feelings gradually pull away from the body.

Open the box of memories and occasionally think of those stories that are not finished but can only be scrawled. "Twilight," tells us that "memories are short, life is too long, don't miss the stars for a moment of tears." No matter how unforgettable the failed love is, one will eventually come out of the state of attachment to the past love. It is not worth the loss to give up the beauty of life for a brief scar. Just ask yourself "how am I" when you read it, and then put away your thoughts and tell yourself, "I'm fine. I said it to you yesterday, and it's a deal with today." Return to yourself and learn to love yourself more than you love others. May you finally meet someone who can accompany you for a long walk. One day after many years, you will suddenly meet the old love on the street corner. You can smile naturally and say to him: "We all become happier people as love wishes."