为什么要那么痛苦地忘记一个人，时间自然会使你忘记。如果时间不可以让你忘记不应该记住的人，我们失去的岁月又有甚么意义？
我以为爱情可以克服一切，谁知道她有时毫无力量。我以为爱情可以填满人生的遗憾，然而，制造更多遗憾的，却偏偏是爱情。阴晴圆缺，在一段爱情中不断重演。换一个人，都不会天色常蓝。
爱情要完结的时候自会完结，到时候，你不想画上句号也不行。
同一个人，是没法给你相同的痛苦的。当他重复地伤害你，那个伤口已经习惯了，感觉已经麻木了，无论在给他伤害多少次，也远远不如第一次受的伤那么痛了。
爱情,原来是含笑饮毒酒。
爱一个人很难，放弃自己心爱的人更难。
当爱情来临，当然也是快乐的。但是，这种快乐是要付出的，也要学习去接受失望、伤痛和离别.从此,人生不再纯粹。
我们也许可以同时爱两个人，又被两个人所爱。遗憾的是，我们只能跟其中一个厮守到老。
爱上一个人的时候，总会有点害怕，怕得到他；怕失掉他。
你曾经不被人所爱，你才会珍惜将来那个爱你的人。
如果我不爱你，我就不会思念你，我就不会妒忌你身边的异性，我也不会失去自信心和斗志，我更不会痛苦。如果我能够不爱你，那该多好。
别离，是为了重聚。
感冒原本是一种很伤感的病。
如果情感和岁月也能轻轻撕碎，扔到海中，那么，我愿意从此就在海底沉默...你的言语，我爱听，却不懂得，我的沉默，你愿见，却不明白。
爱情本来并不复杂，来来去去不过三个字，不是“我爱你”,“我恨你”,便是“算了吧”、“你好吗？”、“对不起”。
相爱却不能相恋，相恋却不相爱。
相逢,不是恨晚,便是恨早。
离开之后，我想你不要忘记一件事：不要忘记想念我。想念我的时候，不要忘记我也在想念你。
爱情不是避难所,想进去避难的话，是会被赶出来的。
如果没法忘记他，就不要忘记好了。真正的忘记，是不需要努力的。
译文:
Some Words Of Love 2
Why we choose to forget one with so much pain? Time will do it for us. If not, what are our lost years for?
I’ve thought that love could overcome anything, it turned out to be pale sometimes. I’ve thought love could supplement the pity, it made much more pities as a result. Happiness and pains take place in love in turn again and again. Having another one on the side, the sky won’t always stay blue still.
It ends as it is, despite of your unwilling. This is love.
The same person can’t bring the same pains to you. When he hurt you again, the wound has already adapted to it, losing feeling. No matter how many times he hurt you, it is no deeper than the first time.
Love turns out to be having poison with smiles.
It is hard to love someone, but it is harder to let the lover go away.
It is a paradise when love happens. However, it calls for giving, learning to receive disappointment, pains and partings. Thus, life is no longer simple.
We may love two people, loved by two at the same time. Unfortunately, we can only have one on our side till the death.
When loving someone, we are nervous. We are afraid of having him, and losing him again.
You will cherish the person loving you only if you were not loved.
They miss each other when they are apart. When seeing each other, getting together again, they will put on pains to each other.
If I don’t love you, I will not miss you, envy the opposite sex around you, lose confidence and courage, I won’t feel the sorrow either. It will be better if I can make myself not loving you.
Parting is for reuniting.
Headache is kind of disease with sorrow.
If love and time can be turned into pieces and then be threw into the sea, I’d like to keep silent ever since... I love your words, but I can’t understand; you’d like to see my silence, but you don’t understand it.
Love is not complex. Originally, it can be summed into three words, if not “I love you” or “I hate you”, it is “let it be”, “are you OK” or “I am sorry”.
Though we love each other, we can’t be together. Though we are together, there is no mutual love.
It is either too early or too late when we meet each other.
After leaving, remember one thing: keep me in mind. When you remembered me, you’d know that I’m thinking about you.
Love is not the refugee, if you use it for getting away from hard, you will be pushed out.
If you can’t forget him, don’t indulge yourself to do so. The real forgetting can be done without efforts.