People often say that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
The higher you climb, the harder you fall.
So, if there was no love at the beginning, would there be no subsequent sorrow?
If there was trust without beginning, would there be no grief after betrayal?
If I had known that one day I would wander around the world for the rest of my life, I would rather never have met you before;
If I had known that I would die alone in the crowd, I would rather never have felt the warmth you gave me.
The cheerfulness is just to cover up the loneliness that is about to engulf the spirit,
Laughing wantonly is just to hide the endless sadness in my heart.