Love makes people feel inferior.
When I saw him, he just stood there, silent, and a little candlelight illuminated his arrogance. I wanted to walk over, but finally retreated to the corner cowardly.
There are so many people in this world who love you.
So what? You may not be the only one who loves me, but the one I love is you, the only one, and that's enough.
It feels a bit like a bamboo horse and a bamboo horse.
Young and frivolous, I don't understand that little bit of squandered emotion.
The hurt to each other, the sharp words, the irreparable youth... When all the prosperity and honor and disgrace dissipate in the starlight of the sky, looking back at dusk, I find that it is just a sentence, whether I love you or not.