Love is in the hands of the sand, the more tight grip, the faster flow, finally, will have nothing.

爱是一把手中的细沙，握得越紧，流得越快，最后，会一无所有。

youdao

Love is like the hands of the sand, the more you strive to grip it, the less the rest of your hands.

爱情就像手中的沙子，你越努力握紧它，你手中剩下的就越少。

youdao

Love, such as the hands of a handful of sand, they want to grip, the more thorough the pain, the loss of the faster.

爱情如手中的一把沙子，越想握紧，痛的越彻底，流失的就越快。

youdao

Love is like the hands of the sand, the more you strive to grip it, the less the rest of your hands.

——爱情就像手中的沙子，你越努力握紧它，你手中剩下的就越少。

youdao

Love is like the hands of the sand, the more you strive to grip it, the less the rest of your hands.

——爱情就像手中的沙子，你越努力握紧它，你手中剩下的就越少。

youdao