"As time goes by the calendar, but also how to turn but sad that one; I put down the dignity, personality down, put down a stubborn, only because does not fit you; close your eyes, that you miss the most; open eyes, the most want to see you; so stubborn, count unforgettable; love to pain, and pain to cry, chose to give up, perhaps to give up a helpless despair, people broke our hearts."

 

人生没有完美，幸福没有百分。幸福在生活的点点滴滴中，它是来自心灵深处的一种感觉，常常藏在许多的小事物中，多半时候，那是一种触及心灵深处的悸动，小小的悸动，却泛出甜美的感受，于是乎，幸福的滋味便溢了出来。

 

"Life is not perfect, happiness is not the percentage. Happiness in life bit by bit, and it is a feeling from the depths of the soul, often hidden in many small things, most of the time, it is a touch of soul throbbing, throbbing a little, but glow sweet feelings, and thus, the taste of happiness will spill out."

 

我终也只是被人阅览而过的一页书籍，而我想再望你一眼也成妄想。感情无法随遇而安，我们总是要一个人呆着，心碎也一个人面对，我的所有心疼你都看不见。就算我说爱你也成了过去，就算你说喜欢我也只是一时的欢兴。或许有人是一直不在乎的，从来都是不冷不热的。