When I first fell in love, I met him. He was gentle and affectionate. I saw love in him, and I thought my heart would stay with him forever. Unable to be provoked by reality, in the face of love and being loved, I can only choose the latter. Time has passed, glazed tiles and vermilion walls have imprisoned our hearts, or the distance between you and me. It wasn't until she appeared that I realized my infidelity in the face of love. I don't know if it's luck or misfortune that I met them, but at least they made me experience the sweetness and bitterness of love.