The ancients said, "Every man's heart is fleshy, and the palms and backs of his hands are fleshy." Why not think so?

There is a kind of love that you can't say when you love deeply, and you can't say it when you want to give up. You know it hurts, but you can't open it! There is a kind of love, if the loss is bitter, are you afraid to pay? Confusion is bitter, will you choose to end it? Pursuit is bitter, will you choose stubbornness? If sincerity is a kind of injury, I choose lies, lies are a kind of injury, I choose silence, silence is a kind of injury, and I choose to leave! Love has become a kind of injury and I choose to give up! If you don't love someone, please let go and let others have a chance to love her. The person you love has given up on you, please put yourself down so that you can have a chance to love others. Some things will not belong to you no matter how much you like them, and some things are doomed to give up no matter how much you miss them! Should you choose? Look at yourself!

Because we are all mortals!

Everyone should learn to face it fairly!