When a girl is hurt by love for the first time, her heart is like a grape: one prick and it bursts, full of water. After she's been hurt many times, her heart is like a pomegranate. You can prick it without much effect, but inside, it's still full of water.
I happened to see these words and was moved by them.
Author's note:
Fortunately, it feels like if "she" is replaced by "me", then it seems to be a diary. Turned around and left? In the end, isn't it still moving in my heart, but "even if I am moved, it is one person's business and has nothing to do with others"? Once you leave, you leave, there is no way you can come back. The old vows of eternal love, the eternity under the moonlight, Gone with the wind the moment you turn around...
Sad~ It's like an ostrich again~~
Letting go is sometimes a kind of beauty. The past is dusty, bitter and sweet. Memories are the throbbing of the heart when looking back suddenly.
If you love, why don't you work hard to fight for it? If it were me, I would indulge my love!
Parting is always sad, I believe I once had
Even if you are injured to the extreme, you can only turn around.