If you love someone, how long will you love him for? One year? Two years? Or for a lifetime?
Your love for me will never mean that I love you. Searching and searching, walking and stopping, I thought that time can make you forget everything, but some people are destined to be a magic circle that you can't get out of.
Whether you love someone from youth to the end of youth, but for you, love is always a matter of one person, no matter it starts or ends.
Her name is Li Kai, but does she really have no choice but to leave in the end? Why does life always choose problems? Is love really wrong?
I always thought that being tired was proof that I was still alive! But one day, I suddenly didn't know whose dream my grievance was fulfilling. Suddenly I don't know who the happiness I have been pretending to make is making me happy? Suddenly I don't know what I want to gain by insisting on my consistent opinions, and what do I want to give up?
Then suddenly I felt that everything was so ridiculous, and it turned out that I was the only one who fell into those greed, anger and delusion!
Does anyone know? Is waiting because of hope or despair? Should love satisfy one's own sins or fulfill one's longings?