越胆小害怕失去的人，越喜欢说出自己的幸福

一向胆小，很害怕失去，所以渐渐习惯了不让自己去想，不希望付出，为有一天可以挥挥手，轻松的走掉。但是我这么一个现实的人，怎么可能不去想，想的越多，恐惧越深，伤了人也伤了自己。

现在很幸福，如果下一秒的幸福赶不上这一秒，是不是就不幸福了呢？好比好朋友的聚会，夜深了，人散了，幸福也就跟着走了。

人生似乎就是一段段的夜宴，觥筹交错只是一时，然后是寂寞。

一向觉得，幸福这个词，带着浓浓的悲伤尾音，大概就是这个原因吧，因为会牢牢记得当时的幸福，然后问自己，为什么不幸福。

没有当时的纵情欢笑，被抛弃的感觉就会少些吧，至少我是这么觉得的。

看《梦里花落知多少》会难过，因为见识了幸福也感受了寂寞；毕业的时候会哭是因为看见宴散了，人也散了，知道这样的幸福从此成为过去；今天的幸福，有一天也会需要声音来回忆。

“——我是这样忘却你。当世界的声音忘记你。
——我是这样记得你。在忘却的立场上。用我的声音记得你。”

Always afraid, afraid to loose, so used to try not thinking of it. Don't want to give, just to be able to say goodbye one day, leave with a smile.
Unfortunely, I'm not enough realistic, how can I stop thinking, the more I think, the more I'm feared, hurt him and hurt myslef.

Now I'm happy, but if the next second the happiness is less than this second, is it still happiness? Kind like friends' party, deep in the night, people left, happiness went with.

Life is like pieces of party, clink is sudden, then follows loneliness.

Always thought, the word happiness, has such a sad ending sound, maybe just because we would remember deeply the happiness of the moment, and then ask ourselves, why we are not happy.

If there wasn't those hearty laugh, maybe the abandoned feeling will be be less, I guess.