The Years of Elopement

In fact, she didn't come to pick me up at all. At this time, I understood that the so-called elopement was really crazy. I didn't know whether she was crazy or I was crazy. Later I understood that love can actually be faked. As long as I pretend to be like it, how do you know whether it is true or not. When she pretended to be the same, she even deceived herself. For a moment, I even felt that I had fallen in love with her. Of course this is just as nonsense as me mixing rocks with cow dung.