Family affection is a connection that is melted in the flesh and blood, and friendship is a tacit understanding that needs no words. So what is love? It can be said that it is accompanied day and night, but it is not exclusive to it. To say that the hearts are connected, it seems that there is no way to transcend the boundaries of close friends. If a wildly beating heart is an alarm for falling in love, then running three kilometers is reporting a false alarm? What if the difference between love and other beautiful feelings in the world is only the excess and uncontrolled carbon and hydrogen oxides? How should I put it on a high pedestal of trust? If your preference and patience for me come from a moment of thought, can I reasonably doubt that this preferential treatment will be left behind at a certain crossroad? You see, common love in the world is like a dandelion. As time goes by, the wind blows away. Don't open Schrödinger's box, because I have bad luck and probably the cat does too.
Intention: Don't escape
