Happiness, they say, is never knowing what it looks like.
Because I have never gotten used to sadness, when it casually comes before me, I am caught off guard.
In the silence of the night, I realize that loneliness comes so easily.
They say that those who live in memories are the happiest, yet also the most tormented.
Is forgetting a form of release?
Looking down, I am shattered;
Looking up, the show is over and people have dispersed.
Love is like multiplication; if one factor is zero, the result is always zero.
I, too imperfect, cannot bear your too perfect love.
The most beautiful scenery is often the one that passes by the quickest, and the deepest wounds come from the truest feelings.
It is said that there are more sad people in the world than happy ones, but often I think sadness can be addictive.
Though those who have experienced heartbreak are all different, looking up at the starry sky is the one thing we all share.