After all, the heart is a even oneself all can not control things.毕竟心是个连自己都无法控制的东西。
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.爱是单一的灵魂栖息在两个躯体里。
When the best memory has been recalled for many times,it's getting less tasty.再好的过去，回忆的次数多了，味道也就淡了。
One day, we'll all become a memory of someone else's; make it a beautiful one.总有一天，我们会成为别人的回忆，尽力让它美好吧。
