It should be overhauled and changed into pure ancient Chinese (previously, I wanted to write about time travel because of my imagination, so forget it!)
It's hard to pick the green plums, only the fleeting time
What is love? Was it love at first sight? Youthful feelings or heart-to-heart feelings?
What is hate? It's just the obsession in the heart of grudges and hatred.
What is suffering? Hidden deep in my heart no one can say.
When you encounter these things, what should you do? Obsession eventually turns into clouds, and pain finally becomes an indelible memory in the heart. Where should love go? Women are just accessories in the turmoil.
What is their fate?
Should you stick to yourself or follow the crowd?
(After many years, I finally joined this account. I will update this article to the end, but I don't know how to change it and it's embarrassing)