Love is incalculable gains and losses; love is giving without expecting anything in return; love is growth that cannot be forgotten; love is the most complete willingness; love is a tortured journey to find love.
Tenderness is too easy to get, so it is easy to let go. Happiness is too easy to grasp, and it is easy to squander it.
When one day I suddenly understood this, looking back, I found that everything had been wiped out. Zhiye, when I understood this, are you still standing there waiting for me.../