Some people say that love is often like a moth flying into a flame. He knew clearly that the result would be bruises and even broken bones, but he still stepped forward unswervingly. Just like what is said in "The Thorn Birds", this is fate. Even though we know that love is the sharpest thorn, we still pounce on it from generation to generation. If you want love, don't be afraid of pain. However, the biggest tragedy is that maybe the thorn you choose is not the destined one, so you can only bleed again and again until you can no longer distinguish between pain and happiness. After going through many ups and downs, is it possible to gain happiness as long as you retain your original innocent heart?