Since childhood, I have been a girl who has nothing to do with beauty, probably because I like it too much. In front of each other, I always have an inferiority complex.
People can easily fall in love with a person, but it is very difficult to accept a person's non-love, always thinking that feelings are also things that can be exchanged equally, and they can get as much as they pay, and those who believe in them can only slowly get depressed in their own obsession.
Just because we don't see a tragedy doesn't mean it doesn't happen all the time; if we see it, we should try our best to reduce the following tragedy in the foreseeable future.
Fate is a wonderful thing. The shelf life of a person who has known each other for three years expires in a twinkling of an eye, while a person who has just met for one minute can say such words to him for 10,000 years.
Even if I am promising, even if I hate it, even if I am far away from home, this feeling is especially strong when I am alone on a holiday that is supposed to be reunited: I find self-affirmation in the big city, but lose my sense of belonging. The sense of belonging is because of your tea and meal, some noisy, some lively, these bring me.
All the "feelings that do not reach that part" are the most imaginative space, and giving full play to imagination happens to be their greatest ability.
No matter how shrewd the old driver is, when he meets the person he is really attracted to, he cannot say his intoxicating words, and he is not willing to copy those routines on him.
