The fate that keeps repeating, the love that has no result.
Sorry, there is no bloody plot here. In one word, abuse. Maybe what you can't get is the best. For so many years, I have been thinking about the answer to a question. If you know it, please leave me a message. I will read the comments carefully.
So what is the problem? What is love? Or what is life? Or what is oneself? I don't know. If I had known, I wouldn't have thought about it for so many years. Now I just know not to dwell on the past and look forward.
Intention: Question your inner choices and dare to take that step