Inner Demons

Love is something that is intangible and invisible. It is very strange and weird. It is like a demon that troubles me and I cannot get out of the haze of love. There is always that kind of shadow in my heart that cannot be dissipated, appearing vaguely in front of me. I want to love like that, as if I am falling into the cloud of love, so moved, and so loving. The mountains are naturally tall and straight, the willows are naturally tender, the wind does not stop, and the love does not stop. I miss you. Paint you like a god, paint you like a devil Can't get out of the swamp of your love. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.