The pain in my heart is only known to me.

First, there is always a person who was just a passer-by in life, but became a frequent visitor to memory; There is always a feeling that your time is amazing, but you can't treat your years gently.

Second, whether a person loves you or cares about you can be felt. Don't deceive yourself, don't force yourself.

I live in a city without you. Nevertheless, I still pay attention to your life in various ways. As a passerby, I feel so sad. Your joys and sorrows are not for me.

Fourth, a large part of growth is acceptance. Accept parting ways, impermanence, loneliness and frustration, and sudden powerlessness.

Fifth, feelings are sometimes just a person's business. It has nothing to do with anyone. Love, or not love, can only end by itself.