People in love are all deceived. We have no way to see ourselves clearly, and then we have no way to give up the habit of a person. This is a terrible thing. People walking in love don't know why they will smile and burst into tears at the same time. No one can explain why. Later I found out that it was because you understood I know that there will always be someone to laugh and cry with you, at any time, at any time when I love you, so there will be all kinds of entanglements and reluctance when breaking up, because I am used to having such a shoulder and such hands, used to having such a waiting and such a kind of company, it turns out that the sadness is just a habit, not a feeling. I am used to seeing the reality of separation and the drama of coming together. I slowly looked for drama in reality, and reality in drama. I searched and searched again and again, and all that was left was blurry tears. . . Perhaps everyone in the story is using their story to tell a story about love.