Second, for a person, pain can only be to a certain extent. Then, you will wake up and stop wasting time. Miss someone only to a certain extent. If you miss it for a long time, you will despair sooner or later. No matter how much you love someone, you can only love him to a certain extent.
I haven't thought of that man for a long time. I think time can dilute everything ... I think ... time is probably not enough.
I want to give you happiness, but I can't enter your world. I want to trade my whole world for a ticket to your world, but that's just my wishful thinking. My world, you don't care; Your world, I was exiled.
I am just a player, shedding my tears in other people's stories.
Six, the other side of the flower, open for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not a cause and effect, but a life and death doomed by fate.
Seven, we always like to constantly speculate on each other's feelings and constantly doubt each other's ideas. Then I began to be afraid, be swayed by considerations of gain and loss, and blame myself for not being good enough. Experience tells you that caring too much is the beginning of loss.
Call your name gently every night with the lightest voice in the world. Write your name, draw your name, and dream of your shining name.
Nine, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain, and night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
Ten, I want to use my life to try to forget, to fight against missing and hope; Things are never fair. I'm playing a failed game and losing my whole life.
Eleven, even if it is beyond redemption, even if I miss you deeply, I will treat you with the same eyebrow eye, and the years will remain the same.
Twelve, some people say that love is a river that drowns the weak-willed reeds. Some people say that love is a sharp blade that will make your soul bleed. Some people say that love is a kind of hunger and thirst, an endless painful need. I said that love is a blooming flower, and you are its only seed.