有时候我们原谅一个人，说白了只是不想失去他。藏在心中的每一根刺，但愿能随着时光流逝而被慢慢磨平，毕竟是我爱的人，我能够怪你什么。
别人的脸是七分天注定，三分靠打扮，你的脸是一分天注定，九分靠滤镜。
我想我还是不够成熟，没办法为自己那颗浮躁的心，波澜不惊地掌舵I don't think I'm still not mature enough, can the heart blundering, for himself off peacefully at the helm
所谓的人缘好，不是有多少人认识你。而是你有事情时，有多少人愿意帮助你。 The so-called good people person, is not how many people know you. But when you have something, how many people are willing to help you.
