Eileen Chang once said that every man has at least two women in his life, one is his red rose and the other is his white rose.
Marry a red rose, and over time, the red one will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one will remain "the bright moonlight in front of the window." If you marry a white rose, the white one will become a rice stick on your clothes, and the red one will become a cinnabar mole on your heart.
However, in every woman's heart, there are also two men, one is the poison that she is willing to drink to quench her thirst, and the other is the bitter medicine that relieves the poison in her bones.
We have all been hurt by love. We were all the stupidest and blindest moths in the world. We knew clearly that if we threw ourselves into the fire, we would die, be shattered into pieces, and turn into ashes, but we were so stubborn that we never looked back.
You have cried, you have been tired, you have struggled, you have committed suicide, and when the rose blooms and withers for one season, those love affairs that once made you cry bitterly, one day, you will smile and say to yourself: Isn't love just a handful of ashes after the crazy sweetness?
You are still you, I am still me, no one can take the other as his own, and who can spend all the luck of the other?
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