I, Jiao, Yu, have feelings that cannot be obtained in reality, and I want to continue in this way. Because I understand that there may not be so many "deep sadomasochism" in reality, but life brings us too much helplessness and powerlessness.
Love only one person in your life, never regret it, and burn in your own world. Sometimes, love is a person's business.
Knowing that it is impossible, knowing that there will be no results, knowing that we will be scarred, we still choose to rush towards the flame and keep the promise that no one in the world can keep. Because our hearts are too small to only hold him, we can only keep it outside our own hearts, burning, crying, trembling, curling up, and never leaving.
When everything is scattered in the wind, the white clouds turn into gray dogs, and the vast sea turns into mulberry fields. One day, we found that the sea was dry, the rocks were broken, the winter thunder shook, but the snow never visited the summer. The edges and corners of the mountain remain the same, and the sky and the earth face each other in the distance. Oaths, lies. Is there really someone who will wait by your side, keep the promise that no one in the world can keep, and never leave?
When thousands of sails are over and the years are cocooned, I look back and realize that it is ourselves who really don't understand people, and those who have loved us most in the past, know their own feelings but pretend not to understand, because they know better that there is no possibility for each other, and each other must stop where they are to hurt the least number of people. However, they choose to leave the right to be willful and freely express their love to the people they clearly love deeply but can only keep it in their hearts, us.
Those who insist will lose it. What we think we have lost is actually not far away; what we want to grasp eventually passes away.