Love is the broken light on the Vltava River. It is so beautiful that it makes people desperate, but it is also so broken that it leaves no trace of the human body. I once thought it was salvation, but later I realized it was the cold river water that taught me to recognize reality. It wasn't until many years later, when I came back here holding another person's hand, watching swans pecking at bread crumbs, and watching the sunset flowing over the bridge towers, that I realized that some rivers are destined not to flow back, while some people's purpose of existence is to make you a better version of yourself, and then miss it.
Concept: The meaning of life is not only love and revenge, but the world of women can also be very broad.