But sometimes, and frequently, love hurts...
Why are we so blinded in love all the time even though love is like a cloud that holds a lot of rain. Love hurts all the time, but we just cant leave without it, hunger for its blissfulness, togetherness and tenderness. Isnt it ironic?
We bear the greatest pain, just to love in vain.
M: 梦中,她似乎在对我微笑.而我的旅程,已经结束了吗?
"In the dream, she seemed smile to me. Im wondering whether my journey ended...?"
F : 一直没有告诉你,其实我来这里,是为了要忘记他.彻底的离开他.
而我知道,唯一的方法,就是结束我自己.
我们都只不过是受了伤的灵魂,缺了角的拼图.
如果拥抱不能增加一点体温.当初我们又试图怎么呢?
"I had never told you that, Im here actually to forget about him. To leave him thoroughly.
But I knew the only method, is to end myself.
We are just souls which was injured, puzzles that lacked its pieces.
If hugs cant able to warm us up, what we initially attempted to?"
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
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