I will hide some vicissitudes of life in my heart, and I will collect some of the past in dust. I always think that if I no longer think about it, there will be no more sadness; I always think that if I can't let go of everything, I will turn around and leave when the tears fall, because I just want to see each other's smiles when we first met. Love is like a chronic poison that spreads to every corner of the body inadvertently. Sometimes it hurts so much that you can't breathe, and sometimes you go to heaven happily.