Dans les histoires d'amour, y a pas toujours que d'l'amour, parfois / y a même pas de je t'aime pourtant on s'aime. 不是爱情的爱情故事 现实生活中不存在的才被叫做浪漫是这样吗 最后一段小诗写得太棒了~~~~~~~~~~
Maybe happiness, on some level, is just being able to accept a delusion. And we can't begrudge people for wanting to be happy. Maybe we can just close our eyes, take ourselves back to a happy memory, and pretend that we don't have to leave. Perhaps what's tough about being human is the certainty that we have to open our eyes at some point.