The sky is the most beautiful when it is black, and love is the most beautiful when it is not loved.
We all run out of time, we can only run through yesterday's own.
Who is who left the shadow of the heart, who for whom the heart of the road.
Time is a good medicine to heal wounds.
The front is a dead end, hope in the corner, the dream in the heart, at the foot of the road.
We are always chasing a person, but ignore the people who missed the road.
Can not find the right people, in fact, is likely to change their own wrong.
God has given you a fault, the meaning will give you an advantage.
The world is fair, forget a memory, you will know a treasure.
The sun into the heart, then, whenever they feel warm.
Fleeting time, who in order to use crystal tears have been yellowed photos.
Want to want happiness, when it comes, but no one to cherish.
The past is history, and history is not to use the word.