Text Lovers | Beginning with Blush, Ending with Red Eyes
I don't need to prove anything, living well is my own way.
Our story is simple, summarized in eight words: it began with blushing and ended with reddened eyes.
When you're old and look back on your life, you'll realize: when you decided to go abroad for your studies, when you decided to take your first job, when you chose your partner to fall in love with, and when you got married, they were all major changes of fate. It was just that at the crossroads, seeing the chaos of the wind and clouds, you made your choice on that day, which was a quiet and ordinary day recorded in your diary, and you thought it was just an ordinary day in your life.
Loving someone is like picking seashells on the beach – don't pick the biggest or the most beautiful ones, just pick the one you like the most. Once you pick it up, never go back to the beach.
Money determines the length of your travels, vision determines the width of your perspective, and the heart determines the depth of your journey.
Love is two people's storms and tribulations, not one person's wish.
The advantage of liking a distant person is that he will always be a perfect and flawless image in your memory, and he will always give you silent yet powerful comfort when you're sad.
You were once my dream, then you became reality, and now you're just a memory.
Love is like a staircase, with ups and downs, twists and turns, but it will ultimately take us to the places we imagine.
