The More It Is Crushed, The More It Will Grow
Honestly, the love trembles
as it pounds to follow the heart's rhymes.
and what is hidden in your chest
has its own identity.
it can't be pressed and fought back.
the more you try to crush it, the stronger it will be,
and it will make you afraid
that how if you can't take any control of the love.
love has the closest characteristic to hatred.
they both grow when they are crushed.
love will grow together with a sweet and romantic charming affections
and if it is pressed by the time,
the longer it takes, the love will grow mature.
but the hartred,
it will grow along with the deduction,
if it is pressed by the hardness of heart.
love needs to be pressed by the time,
love will prove itself to you by the time,
the more it is crushed, love understands
that it is growing better and stronger.
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