而我就像纸牌搭起的房子脆弱,轻易被攻陷,不顾一切,与我相约在倾盆大雨中,在街边忘情拥吻,带走所有的痛楚,因为我看见,你的微笑如烟花飞舞般灿烂。
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
"Memory is a tricky thing, it can be both a blessing and a curse."