I have heard this phrase: "Life on the road, love is always like a tiny needle, puncturing the human heart with soreness and sourness. If you feel pain, you remain youthful; if you don't feel the pain anymore, it means you've become apathetic, turned into an old person." Love once stood on the other shore, now desolately by Yan Yan’s side, waiting for whom? Who will never leave and never come back to find their way? Who in their journey turns into an old person? Life on the road has many people and things that start not only with results, as brilliant yet doomed to fry prosperous wither... Some outcomes are destined not to be paid for, some people are fated not to belong to them. One must know that love is never easy! Who loves who without reason? Who lives with whom without reason? Who wouldn't automatically assume they feel the call of love, listening to the voice of happiness? Love unwilling to pay will receive no response. Happiness isn't just about paying to get a return. Saying "I love you" three words is very easy, but truly loving in the end is so hard. However, human life always involves choosing, which also means constantly giving up, this is an objective truth. The scale used to measure gain and loss is one's heart, so is the gain and loss in fact one's own idea. You have to give up a lot, never regret, because you clearly know what you need. When understood, can be accompanied by a lifetime of love, in the face of gains and losses love is always tangled, always adding and subtracting, leaving today's melancholy, and mixing tomorrow's vision together, the result will shape today's appearance. Gradually come to believe that, after struggling through all the decisions are in fact superfluous. We are always haunted by memories and the past, not so much that we do is a decision that we might as well just give ourselves a reason. So, today we cannot say we regret the past, but also are not willing to say we regret. Confused sometimes think love is the beginning of the end of freedom, only a true romantic illusion, I believe that true love is just a willing confusion.
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