Love is sad: smile instead of sadness in your heart.

Before you say I love you, you have chosen to leave my world, only to find that all my thoughts about you are just my wishful thinking. I'm used to being your puppet, but now I don't know what to do without you. Fools are all the same, waiting for the person who can only remember and never look back to show off. Even if I just said it, I paid with my heart, but I got your unintentional injury. There is a disease called lovesickness. I've had this disease since you left. Thinking only makes me feel worse.

Continue to pretend that you don't care, so cover up all your betrayals with a smile. Why should I persist? I don't want to wait for a happy become memories to know how to cherish it. I'm too timid to disturb. It's funny that I have so many feelings. Because of time, I slowly fade away and give myself some time. Don't leave yourself a lifelong regret, dry your sad tears and replace your sadness with a smile. I just want to make you happy and bless you silently where you can't see.

How can false love compare with fireworks? If only I knew how to ignore you. You are not as good as I thought, but I just can't help thinking that you know that I am a person who won't refuse. Why should I leave? I would rather hurt myself than the person I like. We don't know how far the end of the road is. But I am willing to walk with you and always lie to myself, so that my heart is wet with tears. Sadness is not innate, but begins from the moment of love.

Dedicate all your love to your youth, enough for you to remember me in your heart, and then wake up to understand that what you need is that love, not whether I pass the time too fast or whether we let it slip away in laughter. The only thing that has long been erased by time is the tears that have been knocked down by the stars. It reflects the brightest day in my night sky. No matter how beautiful your years are, they can't compare with the memories of those muddy, cold and frivolous years after melting. Even if the memory is vague, there is something that can wake you up. Time can really melt everything, just like snow in winter.

If you fall, get up. Life needs such a simple and free power. Everyone has an inertia. If you want to be rich and colorful in the spiritual field, everyone must go through some hardships in person, so that this field will not be deserted. I have nowhere to look for the kite that carries my childhood fantasy. I don't know where to go. Can there be a fantasy life that takes me back to my childhood, like tea? Only after time and precipitation can it be more mellow. As long as you take it seriously, you will get more than the fragrance of a cup of tea.

A song, listening to not only the melody, but also the lyrics, will not be lost because I can't write any words. Even without you, there are memories. I am very happy to stick to my heart and not be confused by prosperity. Remembering the past, not being tired of memories and flying high, not being hindered by wind and rain; Running towards success, not afraid of suffering, what kind of person a person will eventually become actually depends on his nature. Standing in a strange city for countless nights, I am full of melancholy. I can run around the playground alone, but I can't find the person I want to chase.