I always like strange places, strange streets in strange cities, and the warmth of strange beds.
It seems that every time, there is no exception. When we need a person to rely on most, we usually survive alone in the end.
I only love those who love me, because I don't know how to love someone who doesn't love me.
There is a saying in mathematics that wrong process is wrong.
Maybe everyone will meet a person who can't be together. After many disappointments, there will be peace, love but not love and memories. Memory is a very tired thing, just like how to lie down when insomnia is wrong.
Look at other people's stories and shed tears. Can go back to the past, can not go back to the original. Some things turn around for a lifetime.
It is not easy for a person to live. Living happily can bring more relaxation to oneself and happiness to others than living in pain.
There will always be one person in everyone's heart, who will not touch or give up after thinking about it.
I dare not hold too much hope for everyone who came after you. This is a shadow and a lesson.
It is not terrible to be alone at night. What is more terrible is the pain of missing someone at night. Why is life so tired?