My heart, you know, love, either doesn't start, or it lasts for a lifetime. When you are happy, you have to think that this happiness is not eternal. When you are in pain, you have to think that this pain is not eternal. Happiness does not leave anyone behind, and sooner or later it will find you. The strange thing about life is that it's easy to forget what you want to remember, but not what you want to forget. Girls grow up because they fall in love with someone, and boys grow up because they lose someone.

Love is the most beautiful thing in the world, even if it breaks your heart, smile and forget about it and start the next journey. Friends do not say thank you, and when they meet, they are happy. You can believe that there is really a beautiful and loyal love in the world, don't expect such a romantic thing to happen to you, it only belongs to the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, Liang Shan Bozhu Yingtai, and foreign Romeo and Juliet. Because none of them lived long. And we're going to live a long time.

Flowers fall with the wind, rain with clouds, passers-by are in a hurry, there is a time to meet, passing scenery, experienced past, just put it in your heart. There's nothing wrong with liking someone, it's wrong to like someone who doesn't like you. Being genuinely good to a person may not necessarily be rewarded, and the person you ignore may be the most sincere to you. There are many things that can be met but not sought, and many things can only be possessed once in a lifetime. In the years, what you can't forget is remembered, and in life, if you can't persevere, you give up, it is originally an experience, happy is happy, and what suits you is the best.

Don't regret what you give, and don't regret what you lose. There is no one who has no ups and downs in his life, and no one who has no pain in his life. There are many people who look at you, but few people who understand you, and there are many people who say about you, but few people who help you. After all, there are few people who understand you, and there are very few people who help you. There are many people who meet each other, and there are very few people who depend on each other. If there are tears, they will flow by themselves, and if there is suffering, they will suffer by themselves. No one understands, they work hard, no one helps, they do their best.

There is no perfect, and there is no perfect. Everyone has to walk their own way, tired or not, only they know. Everyone's tears have to be wiped by themselves, whether they are bitter or not, their hearts know. Not all pain can be said, and after a long time, you will get used to it. Not all grievances can be confided, and it will be relieved when you figure it out. Silent, not unspoken, just not wanting to say, silent, not unintentional, just no one understands.