First love is a bright scar, engraved on the best years of you and me.
Time is like a knife, and years are fleeting. An eight-year relationship doesn't mean you can just let it go.
When you love someone, you should give him the freedom to pursue his ideals. Maybe I don't love you enough, so I cry and refuse to let go.
I often hate you, hate that you gave me so little time, but took up the rest of my life.
I try my best to forget you, but I don't know that true forgetting never requires effort.
When you are young and frivolous, don't talk about love easily. The promises you make will be love you can't afford to repay...