For love, you came, I believe you won't leave, but when you leave, I can't pretend that you haven't been here.

The taste of missing is so sad and beautiful, so pure.

Love and hate should be simple. You are good to me, and I will be better to you. If you turn a blind eye to me, then I will take back this feeling.

A beautiful mind should be cultivated and grown in the embrace of green. If the green space of the soul is trampled, the branches of life will not show bright spring.

However, the fleeting time is vigorous but dull. In the end, you will cherish that infatuated and crazy love, but clearly remember those beautiful things that will last forever.

I should not blame you. You have been to my world and explored my flower season. You are not a passer-by, but a touch of spring scenery in my heart.

Feelings are like a snail that has lost its shell. When it climbs there, it hurts.

I said, don't pay attention to debt in feelings, love is big or small.

It's best when you don't like others.

In fact, he doesn't like it, and the knowledge feels good.