If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? I envy the love that always feels like the first time we met, but I don't believe that such love really exists in this world.
People are always full of longing for love, but reality makes love always tend to be dull.
I think in the future I might just find a well-matched person to marry. He doesn't love me and I don't love him, but we respect each other as guests.
"I always feel that no one in the world can love myself more than myself." At least that's what I thought before I met him.