The nostalgic person is like a scavenger. On the surface, he is impassioned, but his heart is full of emotions and he cannot give up.
I do n’t say, you do n’t understand, you do n’t ask, and then we are all pretending to be peaceful. This is our distance.
You thought your good past would be an unforgettable memory, but I didn't know that the moment he turned around, he had long forgotten it.
The most worrying thing is that he knows my mind clearly, but he refuses to accept or refuse, so he wanders like this, wanting to leave but reluctant.
Most of the mistakes are because you don't persist, don't work hard, don't keep, and then comfort yourself that everything is fate.
Sometimes, when you ask a question, the other party has been dodging, and that is to euphemistically tell you that the real answer is cruel.
At the ferry of time, we are all passers-by. Some scenery need not be taken care of; some vows need not be taken seriously. Silently guarding his own sky, smiling attentively, walking attentively.
True love is not that there is no disagreement, that there is no quarrel, nor that there is no suspicion, but that as long as you are willing to tolerate, I am willing to persist.
The biggest sorrow in life is not that you can't get or lose, but that you don't know what you want.