Some things, you hide it in my heart, perhaps better, so a long time, becomes the story...有些事,你把它藏在心里,也许还更好,等时间长了,也就变成了故事。
我只希望这个世界很小很小,小到我一转身,便可看到你。
Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go, but rather learning to start over. 有时,最困难的不是放手,而是学着如何开始。
爱,起于微笑,浓于亲吻,逝于泪水。