The love has not yet arrived, but you are looking forward to it; it comes quietly, but you push it away; the depth of love is so pitiful that it disappears without embers, just like waking up from a dream.
I have always admired the ancestors of Bodhi and even the eminent monks who have no desires and do not stir up the dust of the world. I am not and I cannot, so I need any worldly things, especially "emotion". All things in the world have feelings. My understanding is that everything in the world needs the nourishment of emotions. Hey, even the soil needs the nourishment of wind, rain, animals and plants, and the "care" of animals and plants.
It's always hard to choose between ideals and reality, so here I want to write a story that combines the two to please others and myself. This is my first time writing, so please take care of me.