The longest distance is not the alive and death, not the staying in the different places, but is you can’t read my mind of loving you when I’m on your front.

I love you, I’d like to give up everything, including you, all for your happiness.

Distress is happiness sometimes as it stems from expectation. Where there is expectation, there is love. As so， the result if turning out to be a disappointment, it is also kind of happiness mixed with pain.

The longest distance is that two totally strange person meet each other and fall into love one day, and then they break up with each other, being far away with each other, even farther than the very beginning.

Love makes people forget the time, time help people ignore the love also.

No one is born with loneliness, it comes along from the moment you give your heart to someone.

There is no pain when loving one person.

We are together for happiness, and the break-up is to reduce pain. You can’t make me feel happy any more and I only can choose to leave. Though it’s also a suffering to me, I know it means more to you as it is me to say good-bye, it is me to seek for happiness first.

Everything needs to be paid off, and the pain is for the happiness.

We know the ending at the very beginning.

Life is free and comfortable when love is not coming yet, the biggest problem is no more than tests and exams. Looking back now, they are as little as dust, though felt stressful at that time.

Some are destined for waiting others, some are for being waited for.

Fate, which is out of our control, it starts and it ends, it goes deeper and it becomes pale, is always as it is. The only thing we can do is to cherish the time when we meet together.

Having been together before is better than never meet each other.