When memories and past events become a burden, when promises become words spoken casually, when lies become a habit, when hurt becomes a normal state, when sadness becomes irreplaceable. In fact, we have paid so much, and often get a ridiculous answer, who can be happy, who can be sad, I just want to be alone, not how dazzling, how beautiful, how dazzling, maybe I just need to vaguely think on a lonely night that I can be happy and no longer sad.
