Happiness Is a Little Hurt

When I eloped with you, I thought we were the happiest people in the world. Who made our happiness a little hurt? Is it love? Or you and me in love? Love cannot be full of water, and no matter how passionate love is, it will be defeated when it encounters real life, so happiness becomes a wounded deserter, and love becomes the most vivid kind of sadness. As a son of a wealthy family, I thought that falling in love with you was the happiest thing in my life. I was persistent and infatuated, but it turned out that there was a cycle of cause and effect. This infatuation was just to pay for my father's unkindness. An honest mistake made a big mistake, and our happiness was really hurt and hurt! The intricate love and hatred, the most charming sadness of love in youth, none of us are wrong in love, it's just that our happiness was hurt a little accidentally. My dear, when you walk into their stories, will you find that there used to be similar shadows of ours there? That year and month, our happiness was also slightly hurt by that kind of love.