He said that the fact of love is really inexplicable. If you make a mistake this far, you can only make mistakes again.
He said that you don't feel anything about me treating you like this, or you have always pretended not to know, and how long are you going to pretend?
She said that I like him and try my best to like him, but now I am afraid that he will come back to me and don't come to me again, no.
She said that if you don't like it, you won't be sad, and if you don't feel sad, you won't be desperate. Look, I have always been so smart.
He said that at this point, it doesn't matter whether we can be together or not. If you are happy, I will be happy. If you are happy, I will be happy. You can still come to me for everything, and I will do it.
I said that over the years, I seem to have forgotten myself as people come and go. You see, the road I have walked has actually only been accompanied by my shadow.
Raise your head and lie by the window like a cat. The night casts deep shadows on the mottled growth rings. Your eyes are sour and warm. The wasted youth and the fleeting years you talk about are all buried in the shadows. There is only one sentence left: passed, passed, gone.