Giving up someone who loves you deeply is not painful;
Giving up someone you love deeply, that is the real pain;
Falling in love with someone who doesn’t love you back, that’s even more painful.
If fate binds us, time and space are no barriers;
If we’re not destined, even togetherness lacks meaning.
Don’t take everything to heart, there’s no need to force anything, just let nature take its course…
Escaping doesn’t always let you avoid; facing doesn’t always make it the hardest.
Being alone doesn’t necessarily mean being unhappy; obtaining doesn’t guarantee longevity.
Losing doesn’t mean you won’t possess again, it might just be a reason to feel sad.
But, you can always find a reason to be happy.
Love is all about happiness.
If two people can’t be happy together, it’s better for one person to be happy;
If two people are in pain, it’s better to ensure one person’s happiness.
Love is a feeling, even in pain, it feels blissful;
Love is an experience, even when heartbroken, it feels sweet;
Love is an experience, even when shattered, it feels beautiful…
Some losses are inevitable, some encounters never lead to outcomes.
Loving someone doesn’t guarantee possession,
But I just can’t erase the traces you’ve left in my heart…
Forget your truth, forget your purity;
Forget your passionate kisses, forget the memories of the past;
Forget yesterday’s joy, forget your voice and smile;
Forget your affectionate glances, forget your tears of sorrow;
Forget your melancholic affection, forget your indulgent gaze.
Loving someone is not lonely, missing someone is.
Quietly missing, enjoying the solitude.
Let go of the clouds in the sky, cast aside the lingering vows.
Losing someone you like is like losing a beloved possession,
It’s regrettable, but it doesn’t hurt.
Losing someone you love leaves a wound,
That will always ache faintly…
Don’t fall in love out of loneliness,
Don’t be lonely for life because of a misplaced love.
The sky is the world of stars, stars won’t come together holding glasses.
The sea is the home of fish, fish won’t sing the song of toasting.
Holding the vision of the future, we meet here,
Meeting is a beautiful and rare fate…
There is a kind of longing called silence.
Between us, deep in my heart,
That feeling, will never be mentioned again…
Perhaps, only at the rarest and farthest times,
Can we see the days we’ve been through,
The most truly, the most clearly.
Maybe love is a sad fairy tale.
