Love is not a matter of counting the days. It\’s making the days count.
Love is hard to get into, but harder to get out of.
My tears, my grief it can only prove
If I see you next to never,how can we say forever.
However long the night, the dawn will break.
Itself is a lonely, but also make you feel lonely antidote
Your own taste, let my heart closely rely on
It will stop things like your heart will be a dull pain
把事情停下来 就会想你 心就会隐隐作痛
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest.
Think of you every day, your company, happiness is so natural.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Can\’t get is forever, forget was once.
Love is like the moon, when it does not increase, it decreases
Don\\\’t promise me forever, just love me day by day.
I have only one heart.How can I survive if I devote it all to you.
Love was two people in ancient times, was not a person\’s one\’s own wishful thinking.
I didn\’t cry because it is over, but suddenly learned to miss it.
When it has is lost, brave to give up.
Fondly remembers is in the life the most helpless matter, and is base and low.
I only want to you ，it\’s so simple
I like to present myself, I miss our past.
Listen，Heart-breaking voice,Is so clear、
Has 1000 taste only to be able lonely to have one kind of experience actually.
Every day without you is like a book without pages.
Take away love, and our earth is a tomb.
No one indebted for others,while many people don\’t know how to cherish others.
There are no trails of the wings in the sky, while the birds has flied away.
I would like weeping with the smile rather than repenting with the cry,when my heart is broken ,is it needed to fix?
If you love me the way, I will fight to the end of love.
Give up is because have ever own, happiness is because experience successively the distress.
no one else can be what you have been to me。
Lost yesterday, today is the treasure, tomorrow is growing
The day, I had thought day-by-day I can be familiar with .
You forgot to remember, I forgot to forget.
Who Loved the pain is to forgive, black is the darkest despair.
Love is not that easy? Let every months with his temper.
Parted as friend and not because he had hurt.
Not to be lonely and huen dyed was greatly.
When you\’re wrong, when even the breathing is wrong.
That is immaterial, but the memory of the corner.
In that commitment. the time, lost in memories of the room.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired。