I was born at 9: 00 a.m. to 10 on the third day of September, 1992. Can you help me divine my studies and love?

In some people's eyes, love is a gust of wind. When it is still, it will be quiet. In some people's eyes, love is a volcano, and silence is for a more violent outbreak.

The feeling of true love is hard to find. People who long for it may not be able to give it. If you can't give true feelings, you can't get true feelings. If you give true feelings, you can't get true feelings!

Love is hurt, love is hurt, love is the desolation of life, and a city is the distress of life. . .