The left eye smiles, the right eye sheds tears.

     Life is like a cup of coffee; those with sugar find it sweet, while those without find it bitter. I certainly love sweet coffee, but fate has given me this bitter cup. Seeing others enjoy sweet coffee, I long to have that too. But everyone's luck is different; perhaps fate has destined you for bitter coffee. And so, I've grown accustomed to this bitter coffee, gradually accepting this reality. I know this is my destiny; no matter how hard I try to achieve something, things will turn out the way I wish. I don't understand why others are so successful, even when they encounter setbacks, things always improve, but for me, everything seems to get worse. The higher the hope, the greater the disappointment.

    When I'm lonely, I think of every possible way to escape it; even just going for a walk alone or spacing out is a happy thing. But I'm also afraid of this loneliness, afraid that others will know how lonely I am. I'll be pitied… My friends seem so happy chatting, but I don't find it funny at all. On the surface, I'm strong, but inside I'm very fragile. I always long for someone who truly understands me, cares for me, and cherishes me. Who knows what's in my heart? Unless she lives within me and can sense my feelings. When someone is lonely, they crave understanding and care. Sad music truly reflects everyone's inner feelings; the music reflects the mood. I don't force myself to listen to these things, but I've come to love this feeling because such music becomes a solace when someone is lonely. Love is often

    the most heartbreaking and painful thing. Who in this world isn't in love? Liking someone is joyful, but it's painful when the person you like doesn't like you back. If you like someone, you should want them to be happy. Even if you can't have them, you've done something noble out of kindness. Even if you suffer later, it's willingly. So I believe in fate, in destiny, and that what isn't meant to be yours will never be yours. I say everything is in my own hands, but deep down I always have a vague feeling of uncertainty. I have no faith, and when I'm tricked and tripped up, I try to smile and dust myself off. What's meant to come will come, what's meant to be yours will be yours, and what's meant to be lost will be lost…

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