Tell me about being heartbroken by my in-laws.

First, people will change and keep a constant promise, but they can't keep a fickle heart.

Second, when you see through everything, you will know that losing is more practical than having.

Third, tears are not necessarily painful, and smiles are not necessarily happy.

Fourth, the eyes are gone, or there is no light in the heart.

It's always a long time before I know that what I abandoned with my own hands will never be met again in the future.

6. Some things can only be told to yourself, and some secrets can only be told to friends.

Grasp the future, forget the past and hurt the present.

Eight, a lot of things are like the weather, slowly getting hot or cold, and when you realize it, it's already a season.

9. Which Buddhist is not made of tears? My heart is broken and I naturally look down on everything.

Ten, maybe some words should be rotten in the heart, some injuries should learn to hide, and some pains should know how to bear.

Eleven, between the street lamp and me, who is a passer-by, who is the ornament of life.

Twelve, many times, after inadvertently knowing something, pretending to be indifferent on the surface and covering it up with a smile, in fact, in my heart, it hurts more than anything else.

Thirteen, wipe away the tears on your face, but can't take away the pain in your heart.

Fourteen, giving up is not a whim, all kinds of disappointment accumulate together, and finally broke out in silence.

15. Memory is like water in the palm of your hand. Whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow clean through your fingers.

Sixteen, the wound, like me, is a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place suitable for anything to grow.

17. I thought the worst thing in the world was to die alone. Actually, it's not. The worst thing is to die with those who make you feel lonely.

At the age of eighteen, I only smile happily, and my sadness will not be seen through.

Nineteen, sometimes, a feeling of boredom will suddenly appear in my heart and I feel very tired. I just want to indulge myself once, hoping to be hysterical.

Twenty, when I was young, even sentimentality should be exaggerated to earth-shattering. I don't know until I grow up. The more painful I am, the more silent I am. The more bitter the silence.