The farthest journey is from one's own heart to another's.
Meeting you is like fulfilling a predestined fate from a past life.
That era of splendor, you felt more like a fleeting tourist, coming and going in a hurry, while I was a foolish, steadfast admirer, waiting for a miracle.
A single flower blooms, and a count of petals fall. Love is similar – it can fill regrets, or merely deepen them. And I've long since grown accustomed to self-meditation with wine.
One flower blooms, one flower falls. Over the years, blossoms have been dazzling, and my heart heavy with frost. I never told you I loved you, therefore I never truly loved – instead, I loved – in a past life, the blossoming love you inspired; and now, I love the self that once loved you.
My money might not be blown away by a strong wind, but it's vanished like that anyway.
I want to be your sunshine when you're happy, your shelter when you're sad.
I can't use my phone anymore, my eyes aren't good, I can't even see my money on Alipay,
Poverty restricted so much, why not restrict my weight too?
Many people suddenly lose contact, it's not about whether they're important, but whether there was a connection. We must acknowledge the reality that people drift away, even if the departure is brief. Not all returns are welcomed.
When I care about someone, I disregard myself entirely. When I don't, I even care about myself. What's the difference between caring and not caring? Both are reckless abandon, aren't they? Love is conditional – it requires you to love me, otherwise, what right do you have to enjoy my reckless abandon?
A life is like a candle, and I hope to light it before it's extinguished, shining a little light on the sky.
Time is like a cup of water; no matter how tightly you hold it, some drops will inevitably spill from your hands.
A woman chooses to leave because she hears the voice within, guided by her heart.
I've crossed many bridges and walked many roads, loved a man who was in his prime,
I know you're just a passerby, we've crossed paths through wind and rain, passing each other, passing each other by.
The most distant journey is from one's heart to another's.
In this lifetime, we must go and see this beautiful and fragile world, rather than waiting, let's set sail.
