The best way to live is to create value.
Every heartache will shed tears in silence, will not let the heart return to the innocent touch, but in the quietest moment, in the most silent time, looking up at the moonlight, the heart gradually becomes clear, those who once had, turned into crystal tears, quietly slipped down, slipped off the fingertips.
Every heartbreak is a beautiful story. Sometimes I don't know since when I'm used to sitting alone in the middle of the season.
Always inadvertently, a person's figure has been possessed by memories, never remembered again, those once streamers of light together into a wisp of melancholy, spreading in the depths of the night.
Tomorrow's sorrow is the only sorrow in the heart. At this time, a person has entered the "once", and the sky of memories is always a faint fragrance, as if the thoughts of the heart have been wrapped around your heart, lingering in my heart, lingering.
I know that happiness at this point has parted ways with you.
Perhaps, just as we have no one in our lives, we are already blessing each other the moment we meet.
In such a simple happiness, we can only be a pair of ordinary people who stay together. Under the brightness of the sky fluttering, the once touched has become a distant memory, and in the moments of passing shoulders again and again, it has been