How can the past be found again? Your former smile cannot be forgotten in my memory.
A kind of dumb endurance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is really a shocking confession.
Life is a movie. Pain is a beginning, struggling is a process, and death is an end.
There should be at least one time in one's life to forget oneself for someone, without expecting any result, company, or even possession. Just hoping to meet you in my best years.
The ordinary world under the sunset.
Love, until it hurts. And then it lasts forever. I'm sorry, even if you can't feel me.
Loving someone doesn't mean possessing her. Just silently gazing at her from afar is enough.
When the weather clears up, maybe I will love you again.
I like it because I regard it as childhood.
One is a splendid but short dream, and the other is a brilliant but long reality.
We do indeed live hard lives, having to bear various external pressures and face our own inner confusion.
Talking to loneliness is just because I don't want to believe that you have left.
If you meet someone and love him more, then you will always lose him. Then, you meet another person who loves you more, and sooner or later you will leave him.
I always think of you with longing. Is this the cruelest and gentlest captivity?
I hope you are the kite in my hand. If I cut the string, you will be free. I hope even more to be the string in your hand. When the kite flies away, I am still in your hand.
I don't care whether I can succeed. Since I have chosen the distance, I only care about moving forward through wind and rain; I don't care whether cold winds will attack me from behind. Since the horizon is my goal, I can only leave my back to the world.
Even if I die, I wouldn't expect anyone to know what I want to say.
All the love has finally come to an end. My heart has returned to the left side of my chest. You are still that beautiful angel, but this time you didn't appear in my life. The halo on your head has already faded.
In the struggle, if someone gives you an understanding look, you will feel a warmth of life. Even if it's just a brief glance, it is enough to make me excited.
Facing you, I always pass with a smile; facing you, I am always famous; facing you, I am always confused; facing you, I am always hardworking psychologically; facing you, I am always talking nonstop; facing you, I always observe your words and expressions; facing you.
If all wounds could heal. If all sincerity could be reciprocated. If all beliefs could last. If all feelings could be perfect. If we could still meet in some city, with a simple smile, a slight happiness, and ačę hug, how good it would be. But it's really just an if.
Between you and me, there's only a step apart. I can neither take a step forward to accompany you, nor take a step back to find the balance of friendship. I can only quietly watch you and silently bless you.
I don't regret that I once loved. It's just lonely from now on. A brief moment of happiness is enough. Only by letting go can one find happiness quickly.
My wings were burned by a tear and couldn't fly to heaven.