I was fine, my heart was still beating, my tears were not falling, and I was smiling.
There is always something that needs to be lost to prove its preciousness.
In fact, I haven't passed any of those hurdles.
The reason is understood, just like a fish living in the water and dying in the water.
Emotionally we are not good actors, I can't hide my liking, you can't play enthusiasm.
The youth is not as good as the beginning, and the gathering and dispersion are not up to you and me.
Later I had a good life, only occasionally regretting not having you with me.
It may be that the feelings are too expensive now, so that the people who pay the real heart are so bad.
Life is like a dandelion, seemingly free, but involuntarily.