Life dies in despair, talk about life dying in despair, and talk about choice.

Accept all the good and bad, and don't tell anyone everything. After all, there is really no empathy in this world, so you can only get to know it yourself.

Being together is always good, but breaking up is not good. Finally, love became unwilling, deep love became sadness, missing became upset, and taking the initiative became a bitch.

I thought I could restrain my pain by pouring iced coke. I thought I could control my thoughts by drinking a little. I thought I would be loved if I loved you until I died.

I've been waiting for you, waiting for you. I'm waiting for you here, in fact, just to save enough disappointment and convince myself to give up all illusions about you.

I don't want to say too many painful words to others, and all I get is a few innocuous comforts, really or not.

The real disappointment is not cursing, not crying, not losing my temper with you, but being silent. I don't think everything you do has anything to do with me.

Don't expect someone to accompany you all your life, even the shadow won't leave you when there is no light.

The wine I have drunk and the tears I have shed in my life are not as bitter as when you turned away.

When I said goodbye to you in tears, you just said goodbye to me coldly. You didn't feel your cold eyes, and your heart broke into thousands of pieces.