There are only two kinds of feelings in the world: one is old, the other is crying.
After you left, I got a serious illness, pain I can not live, and then I live, but forget myself.
You are smart to know that I love you, perhaps not so smart, do not know that I still love you.
Once I thought I would shut up on love, but you were my surprise.
Once thought, leave is leave the person that do not love, one day, grow up, just discover, there is a kind of parting, is leave the person that you love.
The cruel thing is a man who teaches you willfulness and retaliates with leaving.
I think time is the best prescription, the original cure is all skin trauma.
After the bustling down, after all, we are strange.
If one day, I no longer smile at you, please remember, you have never asked me how happy.