Fairy tales are over, forgetting is happiness.
Love is not a heart beating another heart, but a spark struck by two hearts together.
Two lonely people protect each other, restrict each other and greet each other. This is love.
The city makes me look ashen every day, but he can make the desert grow roses.
Someday, you will meet a gorgeous person who makes you feel like everyone else is floating clouds.
I love the clear sky after the spring storm, it's your eyes.
Love is like two people who pull rubber bands. The one who is hurt is always the one who is unwilling to let go.
In an inadvertent moment, I found that, originally, I have been just a person.
Love is not counting the days, it makes every day meaningful.
You're still young. Don't make ends meet. There are 10,000 possibilities for the rest of your life.
Love is what the heart wants.
Except for you, it's very difficult to have another person in my life. Let me pour out all my soft intestines and worry about it.
If a man's love is not specific, he will be happy with any woman.
It's too sudden to say goodbye. That's all right. Never say goodbye.
The most urgent is the most beautiful scenery. The deepest injuries are always those of the most real feelings.
The essence of love is willingness.
Love at first sight is just a meteor passing by. It is a bright star that can grow old together.
It's not that you don't love me anymore, it's the fact that you never loved me.
Each of us is the carrier of feelings, and love is the eternal coexistence of time.
How can there be no worry, that has been your name.
Her eyes are raining for her, but her heart is holding an umbrella for her. This is love.
On the last day of my life, I just want to stay with you.
Love is like a mirror, once there were cracks, so the scenery in the mirror is distorted.
That's what people do. They often don't get what they think is good. I got it, but I don't treasure it anymore.
I won't ask you how you're doing in the future. I'll accompany you to your old age in person.
My love for you will be woven into my long hair.
You can't change this habit if you want to.
I don't want to be an episode of your life. I just want to be the perfect ending of your life.
If I were grey-haired and dusk-faced, would you still be like this, holding my hands, gentle in the world?
She never said good night to me again, and my insomnia was never better.