The so-called love is just one person's eternal life, but I am addicted to it and can't extricate myself. How can I interpret the eternity of two people on a one-person stage? The sad curtain call has filled me with so much sadness, but I have no complaints or regrets. In fact, I am easily satisfied. I don't ask for too much. I just ask him to stand where he is and wait for me to come closer. But why even so, he still pushed me away. Young love cannot withstand the wind and frost, nor can it withstand doubts. I did not lose to her, but to the so-called ethics.