Broken heart. Say something.

First, the button can still be sewn when it falls off, and it only hurts when it is broken.

Second, the older you grow up, the less you dare to rely on others, for fear that people's hearts will change and promises will not be fulfilled, so that you only believe that only you can give yourself a sense of security.

The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside him knowing you can't have him.

Fourth, some people, I can't let go, but they are helpless, pretending to be strong and laughing and saying that it doesn't matter. The happier I laugh, the more painful I feel.

It's raining outside the window, one by one, and my tears are flourishing, like broken beads of rain outside the window.

6. I can't learn to be patient, to give up and to smile after you betray me.