I often wonder, what is the essence of love? The so-called ethics and morals in the world are just a circle drawn by others. Those are their rules of the game, not ours. Where are our standards? Will our blood be the same? What is the meaning of our birth? When I fall in love with someone, I long to know everything about you.
We are not walking alone, never have been.
When we met again, the pain of suffering and the accumulated tears were all gone.
I never expect others to understand us.
Isn't this the case between people, between groups, and in all relationships? One kind of person may not understand another kind of person.
If I love you, I will never leave you! If I love you, I won't be afraid of other people's eyes!
Therefore, love is basically composed of 50% sourness and uneasiness, 50% bitterness and anxiety, and 100% sweet attachment. This is the taste of absinthe.
From 1988 to 2009, and then to 2012.
I, always love you.
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My mother finally found a home with a neurotic potter. When we first met, I was quite critical of the big artist. But he knows all my likes and dislikes, and I know nothing about him. When I was brought back to 20 years ago by the power of Hibiscus flower and met him again as a young man, I actually didn't know that our intersection and story had just begun...