The wind has gone 800 miles without asking about the return date, which shows that I still love you very much, just like the wind has gone 800 miles without asking about the return date.

Some people say that loving and being loved is a kind of happiness. I want to know the meaning of happiness. I want to know when I can have real happiness.

What I ask for, what I long for, can only be a beautiful fantasy forever. I am silent and evasive, all about the meaning of love. I am just a butterfly trapped in a cage by fate, and there is no reason to fly.

Meeting is accidental, parting is inevitable, and the pain left is only memories. That memory is unforgettable, because people are like this, he will only remember the person who changed him and brought him pain, although it is heaven. It just belongs to the past.