我的故事有很多，只是不想与你说，我的烈酒也很灼，只是不想与你喝。
I have a lot of stories, just don't want to tell you, my liquor is also very hot, just don't want to drink with you.
泪，自己尝。痛，自己扛。未来，自己去闯。
Tears, taste for yourself. Pain, carry it yourself. In the future, go ahead on your own.

可是他的记忆却在我的故事里，我觉得很巧，与你相遇，后来才发现这是我们之间最开始的缘分，我以为我会迁就你就可以走向你

But his memory is in my story. I think it's a coincidence that I met you. Later, I found out that this was the first fate between us. I thought I could go to you if I could accommodate you

后来才发现你是从地狱走来的天使，你路过人间，只是匆匆看了我一眼。

人间有味皆是清欢，我不甘平凡，却又无病呻吟

Later, I found out that you are an angel coming from hell. When you pass by the world, you just glance at me in a hurry. There is a taste in the world is Qinghuan, I'm not willing to be ordinary, but I moan

无声告白

我们终此一生，就是要摆脱他人的期待，找到真实的自己.

这本书是我看完沉默了许久的一本书，就好像全书在讲述我的故事但又并非我的故事，就是那样细腻又让我觉得语塞.

我觉得没有人一生不过在别人的期许中，总有人用“我在为你好”这样无法让人拒绝的理由告诉你你该怎么做

一切都是为了你好

就是那么直白又无法让人抗拒

真实的自己...

终其一生吧...