I used to think that sentence was very important, because I thought that some words were for a lifetime. Now that I think about it, it makes no difference whether I say it or not.
Some things will change. ...I always thought I won, until one day I looked in the mirror and realized I lost.
At my best times, my favorite people weren't around me...if only I could start over.
...actually you are so good to him, why didn't you tell him I was here?
Huang Yaoshi:
I promised you, so I never said it.
Sister-in-law:
You are too honest...
I can't believe that it took 14 years for me to open this jar of wine.
When I got home, I immediately pulled out the latest issue of "Watching Movies", and this was what I was looking for:
the older people said, I can't understand [Dong Xie Xi Du];
the younger people said, I can't understand [Dong Xi Du] Evil West Poison];
Only those who have gone from possession to loss of something in these 14 years will
open up a certain memory and experience some kind of irreparable sadness at the moment when the familiar narration sounds again.
In 14 years, I finally opened this jar of wine.
After taking a sip of "Drunken Life and Dreaming of Death", the past began to wander around, began to circle by itself, began to search in the memory labyrinth that I had constructed, and looked for the exit to oblivion.
But I found that the path opened by the fool called "rational" diligently was blocked by this bitch called "emotion".
The biggest trouble people have is that they have a good memory.
Ouyang Feng:
Actually, "drunk life and dream death" is just a joke she made to me.
The more you wonder if you have forgotten, the more clearly you remember.
I've heard people say that when you can't have it anymore, the only thing you can do is keep yourself from forgetting.
A boy is determined to wait under the window for 100 days, waiting for her to open the window to accept him.
And only on the 99th night, he stood up and a man left.
In these 99 days of my life, loss and exhaustion are just the accompanying pains, and bottomless loneliness and jealousy are the seeds of self-exile.
Take a sip, use the warm chest, a fire, burn the shackles that imprison me, stop exile, and start wandering.
Glad that it took 14 years for me to open this jar, any moment before was too early, too early;
still remember complaining about being too late in a girl's life, um, ridiculous;
take a sip, now, Take a sip, this kind of drunkenness is just right.
The sky leaves no trace, the birds have already flown by.
After all the trouble, we are all just ashes of time.
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