Day and night, tossing and turning.
He kept saying that love was something he had to do.
But some feelings are not love,
It's a deliberate calculation.
It is a heartfelt confession and a lie,
It's the cool sea breeze that blows in the summer, and it's also the heavy snow that falls in the winter.
It is a life-saving straw, but also a poison that passes through the intestines.
Love is not guilty, but evil in the name of love will not end well.
Conception: