A little bit of mood, a trace of nostalgia, faint music, loving your heart...
When love becomes unbearable pain, inemeory chooses to forget. When it wants to love again, monory chooses to wake up.
(When love becomes unbearable pain, memory chooses to forget. When you want to love again, memory chooses to wake up.)
(1) That boy, he once asked the girl, is he so worthless in her heart?
The girl was silent,
That's not because that's the truth, but because he misunderstood her...
(2) If liking her makes me miserable, then I will still choose to love her. I will not let others see my tears, because angels have no tears.