When I was about to leave this world of 84 years and closed my eyes, I suddenly remembered the stories I had with "them" when I was young. I once lost confidence in myself, and I even lost the courage to face the past. Some people say that I have been very carefree in my life, but I have only been infatuated with one man.
When I was young and ignorant, I fell in love with someone, but in the end I didn't let him know. In the later years, when I think back, those were all green and sweet.
I asked Little Bear a question,
Do you think my love or like,
Is it true love or like?
Or, I am too carefree. What do I see and love?
Little Bear: It's easy to like but hard to love.
It's like, not love.
Me: What is love?
There are too many people I like.
Little Bear: I don't know.
Me: I can't confess my feelings one by one.
Little Bear: There are many people I like.
Me: Moreover, if I express my love because of widespread liking, then I am not qualified to express my love.
Little Bear: But if you don't like it, how can you love it?