Go forward, paddle the boat of life, no need to be attached and believe in piers, the wave-breaking ship will naturally bloom new flowers along the way. When love is no longer there, please give him blessings, after all, we have loved before. How long can a gust of wind blow, how long can a bunch of flowers bloom, how long can a smile last, how long can a feeling linger. If you ask how long my blessing will last, I will shout to you, as long as your heart beats. The quiet night sky suddenly streaks with a glimmer of dawn, changeable weather surges with a chill, receiving your text message always fills my heart with indescribable happiness. Originally, the feeling of first love would be like this. Some say that women who feel the pain of a breakup are those who have given too much in a relationship and cannot turn back. Others say that the feeling of a breakup is like having an ulcer in your mouth, the more it hurts, the more you want to lick it, and the more you lick it, the more it hurts. May the people who love you love you more; may the people you love understand you better! I truly hope that love can be completely buried, then at least there won't be Daiyu burning her manuscripts, cuckoo crying blood, Bao Yu becoming a monk, yearning like Zen, mood diary www.sssyin.com. At this time of the season, the sunlight outside the window is a bit scattered, the wind outside the window is a bit vague, unable to find a real feeling. When I slow down my steps slightly and pause, I see flowers blooming, as if they were peerless beauty. Butterflies fluttering, reflecting intoxicating scenery under the sunset. Clusters of heart flutters drift in the heart sky, slowly revolving in the red dust. Several times of entanglement, several times of confusion, several times of sorrow until dawn. Just, a little tired, wanting to find a firm shoulder to lean on, just for a while is fine. Reviewing your words, all the words spoken have aged without any signs of life. In this life, one will inadvertently miss some true feelings, the heart thrown out still engraved with the name you left, as red as blood, but now has faded all colors, dim, mottled, desolate.