I have had a heart attack, a heart attack and a broken heart, all of which were brought to her by the same person. They are exciting, sweet and nightmare, which is a kind of mood and also brought to him by that person.

She doesn't know how to treat him. She gave her heart to him, and finally she got it back. Love, what if you don't love? When everything becomes a habit, all that remains is a broken heart under loneliness.

Why not give up? All kinds of emotional entanglements will only stay at the end, and there is the end, but the end of lovelorn love is pain. Every time I think back, the last voice is only heartache.

I can't get it back. I don't want to get it back. Why should I get it back? I've been hurt once and I want to get hurt again. Like a person, love a person, and finally betray her, sadness is not enough, pain is useless, only hate is straight into the bottom of my heart.

I can't do anything, but I can't help thinking about those dribs and drabs. I have to endure and not think about them.

When I get used to him being around, I can't go to him now, so I can only endure and be indifferent.

Why don't you come to me? I hate my heartache and I won't forgive you if I find it. I wish you happiness.

when time is still, when you stop breathing, when you are numb and tired, rest. The previous care is gone now. Do you know that my heart hurts, and you have forgotten it? Then I'll tell you, can you come back? No, haha, no, or no obligation.

Where's the care? When you see my talk, will you also be heartbroken and heartbroken? No, I can't believe it. Ridiculous, pathetic and deplorable. I asked for it all, so let me swallow it myself.