Please hug me with 180 degrees of tenderness
I've wandered through many cities. No matter where I went, I never forgot you. You live vividly in my memories, growing up with me. Even when I think of you, I only remember your blurry outline, a faint impression, but just this, it has taken away my ability to love others. So, I can only cling to our memories, and your remaining figure within them, crying, laughing, and reminiscing all at once.
I like to lean forty-five degrees against you. No matter in any corner of the world, I want to feel happy. Before the imminent ninety-degree fall, please embrace me with one hundred and eighty degrees of tenderness.
I thought love could fill the regrets of life. However, it was precisely love that created more regrets.
Everyone has a tattoo-like lover in their life. The fire cannot extinguish it, and countless waters cannot submerge it.
Everything besides money is never paid back. My feelings spilled, leaving only half. I picked up the cup and refilled it, giving it to the next person. He spilled it again. I still picked it up and refilled it for the third person. Feelings are becoming more like a glass of wine; they are becoming more diluted, but each person receives a complete glass of wine from me.
I've never learned to be like him, fickle and inconsistent. And he'll never understand what 'forever' truly means.
I believe that two ordinary people will meet by chance, gradually become inseparable, and face everything together, no matter what happens. You're tired from work, and I'll make you a cup of coffee. When it's thundering and raining at night, you hold me, and I won't be afraid. That's what I want – my happiness.
I thought I was choosing romance. I thought I was choosing a lifetime, not a fleeting moment. He said sometimes a moment is a lifetime.
Eventually, one day, your hand will be holding another person's. And the one standing beside me will no longer be you.
If one day, he no longer loves you, then you, a tragically beautiful and vibrant person, are also wrong. It's wrong to be sad and angry with him. It's also wrong to be together, perhaps you could die for him? Haha, that's the little water says: In each of our hearts, there is a person, whenever we think of him, we feel…um…a little heartache. But we still want to keep him in our hearts. Even if today, I don't know where he is or what he's doing.
