Dou Hui Ai Qing San Jiao Xi Ti (都會愛情三角習題)

The things one wants to do are not all the same; they change according to proportions and positions.

No one's participation is strange; whether late or early, it doesn't matter to me.

If we could drop the personal pronouns, how perfect it would be—avoiding the awkwardness of choices.

Scars, body hair, gazes, or other things can be exclusively possessed yet shared.

In this game, without you, me, or him, spaces can be filled with unspeakable imaginations.

Joy and pain are thoroughly refreshing; before it's expressed, it won't branch out.

In this story, without you, me, or him, everyone has the assurance that they can contain it deep within.

The physical form is merely a projection of desire, but it's not limited to a single object.

Peace is my challenge; I have to perform this role.

There's no need to envy who is at the center; having an average amount means there's no distinction.

In this game, without you, me, or him, who is willing to become a limited desire?

Trying to think from another's perspective is difficult for you; struggling with whether to be magnanimous.

In this story, without you, me, or him, if it's called love, then it isn't cheap.

Since our aesthetics are quite similar.

Let's each take our share.

It's still considered healthy.

It still can't be said to be.

Who forgives?

In this game, don't say you, me, or him; spaces can be filled with unspeakable imaginations.

Joy and pain are thoroughly refreshing; before it's expressed, it won't branch out.

In this story, don't say you, me, or him; everyone has the assurance that they can contain it deep within.

The physical form is merely a projection of desire, but it's not limited to a single object.