Nothing in the world is inevitable, especially happiness.
Relationships have always been a kind of experience, and you often have to polish off your edges and change for the person you love. The seven-year itch has passed. I thought that happiness would be achieved through mutual humility, but halfway through, I couldn't move forward. Whether the person who gives is dry, or the person who receives is constipated, no one can tell. There is a saying that is right, love cannot withstand the test.
She was originally listening to other people's stories, but she walked in unknowingly and became a role in them.
She just came to accompany her to listen to stories, but in the aftermath, she lost her love.
Although she is the protagonist, she forgets that fate is the scriptwriter in this play.
She worked hard to become her protagonist, but at the last second, she became a passerby.
Love is like this. Originally, we were all walking our own paths, with expectations, and met another straight line in life. We all hope that the intersection is the end of happiness. Only. . . How many promises can go to the end?
If love is forgotten, let her go
Those happiness, let her arrive for me
If love understands the price of commitment
If you can't give it to me, please give it to her in full.
If love forgets you. . . Remember?
[The real story has ended. Although it is not a tragedy, it is useless. I don't want to go through this again, so I'll pause, thank you for your understanding.