If you love someone, you will humble yourself into the dust and then bloom into flowers.
We lingered around each other for a long time in the past life, just for an encounter in this life. In the endless family, country and world, I see you fighting for power and gain, and your eyes are covered with too much hatred. Someone told me that the tear mole at the corner of the eye is to shed all the tears in this life to repay the affection of the previous life. But I thought tears were not enough to make up for it. The memory was full of bloodstains, and even the wind was moaning, telling a story of hatred. So I still don't believe it, I don't believe it, your decision to me.
···This is a declaration about love that comes from a poignant poem. The poem was read a few years ago. Love is a feeling that is accumulated over time and temporarily understood. It is about women, about hatred, about love. Perhaps it is more about the eternal yearning and pursuit of love, and maybe there is a trace of selfishness because she is a woman.