Maybe we will meet someone who loves each other, maybe we will encounter the betrayal of a friend, maybe, maybe.
When I was young, I thought love was like a cup of sweet orange juice, but now I realize it is a cup of bitter coffee.
We have laughed, we have cried, we have had trouble, we have had arguments, and fortunately, we have loved.
Like is the freedom of emotion, love is the cage of happiness, and the ring is the shackles of marriage.
In the vast sea of people, where should I go?