When I was a child, I always thought that the blue sky and white clouds were together, clinging to each other and never leaving. When she grew up, she discovered that the white clouds were actually far, far away from the blue sky, so far away that she could only look up but not touch them, and she could look forward to them but not reach them.
I thought I had grown up, but later I realized that it was just a joke played by time.
On the road of growth, we are so paranoid and so crazy.
Many years later, when I looked back at my past self, I realized that I was so ridiculous and childish at that time, as if I had secretly worn my mother's clothes, secretly put on my mother's lipstick, and then insisted that I was an adult's child.
We don't understand what love is, but we pretend to know how to love, hurt others wantonly, and are easily hurt by others. We are crazy about love until our bodies are bruised and our hearts are broken, and we can no longer love.