++++++++I have read this passage in a book: Love is a disaster. Some people are reborn after the disaster, while others cannot escape. And to me, you are an inescapable disaster when we first fall in love. ++++ She often wonders, if that winter, that night, the sky was not so dark, the lights on the school road were not so dim, if she did not see that smile; if she did not mistakenly think that it was the joy caused by her, would she not be emotional? Is there no silent watching later? Will there be no more temptations to come? Wouldn't it be possible to have the current desire to stop and still be in chaos?