Everything in youth, whether it is joy or sadness, tears or smiles, is like wine that has stood still.
As time goes by, the fragrance becomes deep and deep, just for old friends.
When he likes her, she doesn't know; when she likes him, he doesn't know either.
Do you know that it's not that I don't respond, but that you are already far away from me before I respond.
I like you, hope you still like me.
It turns out that love will be late.
But it's not too late, I will always love you.