送给自己的治愈文案 温情而文艺（似艳阳般暖心）

I always like people with faint melancholy temperament, like their eyes and their faces, and the words written by these people are also faint melancholy, telling their stories and their melancholy.

我总是喜欢有淡淡忧郁气质的人，喜欢他们的眼睛，喜欢他们的脸，这些人写的字也是淡淡的忧郁，诉说着他们的故事，诉说着他们的忧郁。

When we don"t understand love, we miss the purest love. When we seem to understand love, there is no pure love around us. Life, always so strange, every stage will encounter different love. In fact, love has not changed, but we are changing, and our mentality is changing, so that what kind of person you are, what kind of love will come.

当我们不懂爱时，我们错过了最纯粹的爱。当我们似乎理解了爱，我们周围就没有纯粹的爱。生活，总是那么陌生，每个阶段都会遇到不同的爱情。其实爱情没有变，只是我们在变，我们的心态也在变，这样你是什么样的人，什么样的爱情就会到来。

Some people"s lives are through trains, while others are local trains, which always pass through many stops and experience many people. Someone always gets off the wrong station and sits over his head, either missing the scenery outside the window or missing the people around him. No one knows who will be the one who can accompany himself to the terminal. Can people who love each other really reach the end of their lives all the way?

有些人的生活是直通车，有些人是慢车，总是要经过很多站，经历很多人。总有人下错站，坐过头，不是错过窗外的风景，就是错过身边的人。没有人知道谁会是那个能陪自己到终点站的人。相爱的人真的能一路走到生命的尽头吗？

Don"t say to see you, just think of you, also can faint smile.

不说见到你，光是想起你，也会淡淡的笑。

Years are like a river, the left bank is an unforgettable memory, the right bank is a youth worth grasping, and the middle is a faint sadness of youth. There are many beautiful things in the world, but not many of them really belong to themselves.

岁月如河，左岸是难忘的记忆，右岸是值得把握的青春，中间是淡淡的青春忧伤。世界上有很多美好的东西，但真正属于自己的并不多。

Even though we can"t grow old together, it"s a good thing that we meet, know and love each other in this life. The happiest thing is that there are traces of you in my life.

即使不能白头偕老，但此生相遇相知相爱也是一件好事。最幸福的是，我的生命里有你的痕迹。

There are only so many places around a person, and there are only so many places you can give. In this narrow circle, some people want to come in, while others have to leave.

一个人身边的地方只有那么多，你能给的地方也只有那么多。在这个狭小的圈子里，有人想进来，有人不得不离开。

One day, I will give up my struggle, let go of your hand and let you fly.

总有一天，我会放弃我的奋斗，放开你的手，让你飞翔。

"I"m not going to talk to you over and over again, and you don"t have to make a fuss about it."

“我不会一遍又一遍地跟你说，你也不用大惊小怪。”

When destruction is coming, its precursor is often madness.

当毁灭来临的时候，它的前兆往往是疯狂。