I miss the most is my palm the temperature of your hand, but hand memories, little, no weight, but hold all my world. 最怀念的是我手掌中你手心的温度,不过一只手的回忆,小小的,没有重量,却握得住我全部的世界。
True love is not that you know he (she) just how good to be together; but know that he (she) has not or would not leave too much. " 真正的爱情不在于你知道他(她)有多好才要在一起;而是明知道他(她)有太多的不好还是不愿离开。”