You walk on your Yangguan Road, and I cross my single-plank bridge, but there are people who are willing to buy the single-plank bridge and walk on the Yangguan Road that they originally turned away from. It does not belong to them at all, but they have no hesitation. Even if it is covered with thorns, they continue to follow it as always, but they get nothing and exchange for nothing.
I want to ask myself, do I regret it? I regret that my sincerity was replaced by ignorance, and my infatuation was replaced by empty waiting. I never believed that love can make people stupid, but now I have to believe that love is like poison, penetrating into the deepest part of the soul, engraved in the bottom of my heart, untouchable and unmentionable.