Go home for dinner and talk about aesthetics.

I still like you. But this has nothing to do with love.

Pain lasts only a hundred days.

One person, one city. I have been distressed all my life.

In your life, there will at least one time that you forget yourself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years.

I think I'm happy to see you. I will be sad. It turns out. Know that you are unhappy. I'll be even sadder.