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.