[How long can this feeling of love last? One day? A month? One year?
Or can it last for a long, long time, until the hair is ricked, for this life, three lives and three lives, and still can't get rid of this word?
Like, love, love, attachment, anger, pity, infatuation, admiration, adoration, love, we classify this feeling without limit and keep defining it, but we never know how to deal with it.
When I was a child, when I ate sugar, I knew it was sweet; when I ate medicine, I knew it was bitter.
As for love, until now, I don't know what it feels like. I only vaguely understand that it is poisonous.
Very, very poisonous. ]