Broken love is like an hourglass, and tears and heartache are like the trickling sand. Every turning of thoughts will cause a burst of the dam - you will involuntarily walk to the old date place, looking for A familiar figure; a similar figure on the street will make you tremble with fear.

We will always harm ourselves by accommodating others; therefore, be kind to yourself, because no one will treat you as the world. The sadness is real, the tears are fake, there is nothing to cling to.

A hundred years ago, you didn’t know me, and I didn’t know you; the back was real, the person was fake, and there was no cause and effect; a hundred years later, there will be no you and no me. Sadness and tears are both real, the difference is only inner and outer, intangible and tangible.

Misfortune never comes alone: ??disaster: disaster. Refers to unfortunate things happening one after another.