When love is a thing of the past, what can you do if you are not willing to give in?

In fact, don’t forget what you once had, cherish what you can’t get, don’t give up what belongs to you, keep what you have lost as a memory, life is like a one-way ticket with no return, every time Every performance is broadcast live, and every performance is the best way to cherish it. Carefully recall the past events of life, the tears when you are sad, the drunkenness when you are happy, they will all be valuable because of pursuit. The sunset is not the passage of time. It's not the fault of the woods that the wind blows. As long as you love, wait, and pay, the laughter in heaven is no longer a legend. No matter how beautiful the day is, if no one cares about you, it is a pity.

In the long years, we are all passers-by in a hurry. All the memories of the past may be a little melancholy, maybe a little painful and sad. No matter whether this dream in life is a beautiful dream coming true or a Huangliang, We all have to face it, whether we stay or leave it.

Life is like a dream, dreams are like life, life is in a hurry, years are lingering, the ebb and flow,... we will always miss many people and things, and we will always leave many things deep in our hearts. There is no reluctant memory. There are many things in this world that can only be seen clearly in the past. There is a kind of love, which is obviously deep love, but the expression is imperfect. There is a kind of love that you know you want to give up, but you are not willing to leave just like that. There is a kind of love that you know is torment, but you can't escape it. There is a kind of love that even though there is no way out, the heart cannot easily take it back. Love can be a momentary thing or a lifelong thing. Leave because of love, give up because of love. This may sound great, but who can truly give up for love? You are not lonely when you are alone, you are lonely only when you want to be alone. Only when you care about someone too much will love become a burden.

Actually, I thought I could forget, but the tears I shed did not lie to myself. There is a feeling that can only be stored with the heart. Some people and things will never be forgotten.