The taste of loving someone is like grasping a handful of sand in your hand. I really want to grasp it tightly, but if I grasp it too tightly, there is not much left. Missing someone is like drinking a glass of water and then turning it into a tear, which can't be dispersed for a long time. Forgetting a person's taste is a blend of blood and tears. Maybe the wound will heal slowly for a while, but there will always be a deep or shallow and indelible scar in my heart.

Not only stay in your eyes, but also want to blend into your heart, and it is a lifetime. What about you? Maybe it's the same idea You really did it. You have become a thorn in my heart. Will I be the word you can't erase from your heart? If the sand makes you cry, does it mean that you are also moved?

You are the sand blown into my eyes, which blurs my eyes and can't see the sky clearly. This is a busy ending, not the whole city or this country, but everything to me. What do you want? Be together for life. Or a greedy day. I want it. Just a simple but stable life. Love to death, running water under the bridge The best happiness is the care you give.