Maybe to you, I'm just a blind date, a passerby, a person who's important for a little while.
But to me, you are my joy, you are my longing
No amount of joy can compete with suspicion. One is no longer willing to talk, and the other is unwilling to explain. After all, they are destined but not destined.
Looking back, falling out of love is a small thing
Purpose: Life is reality