Sad to say ok, dead or alive, anyway, I am very tired. Talk about it.

First, some wounds, no matter how long, hurt when touched; Some people, no matter how long it takes, will still hurt when they think about it.

Second, there are so many right and wrong feelings. The person who loves much will always bow his head first and give you his heart, so how do you care?

Third, don't trust memory so much. People inside don't necessarily miss you as much.

Fourth, nostalgic people are always vulnerable. They like to wait the rest of their lives to say that they are fine, but when you miss the past, how long can they remember you?

Five, you gave me a warm future, but let me go alone.

Six, blame the street is too busy, the vehicles are too flashing, the pedestrians are too crowded, the love songs in the headphones are too affectionate, and the weather is too cold. It's my fault. I think our relationship is too good.

There is no legend that the grass grows and the warbler flies in this city. It will always live in reality, with fast drums, hurried figures, numb eyes and fake smiles, and I am being assimilated.

Eight, one day, suddenly looking back, you will find that you have survived countless moments that made you collapse. A person can actually be excellent.

Nine, I thought if I wrote you down, you would live in this story. We met, and it was irrefutable evidence. Later, I found out that the only person I could meet in the old story was myself.

I just don't understand what I'm not good enough for you to forget so easily. What's the matter with you? It's hopeless for me.

Eleven, not every effort will have a harvest, but every harvest must work hard, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition.