People say that if love were taken away, the Earth would become a tomb, and that unrequited love is a form of self-destruction, but also a noble sacrifice. But aren't we already living on this tomb? Every day, someone falls in love and someone loses it. In the end, everyone goes to the grave. Some people, though, find a way to be reborn, to transcend themselves, and ultimately achieve immortality. But how many such great people are there among the masses? I, along with my friends, may be no more than a speck of dust in this vast mortal world, a point of light in this boundless galaxy. The universe is vast, and all that we once had vanishes in the blink of an eye. Do not forget it. Cherish even more what you cannot have. Do not give up what is yours. Keep what you have lost as a memory...
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Alas, author, I really want to read this article, but your writing is too profound. I generally don't use my brain when reading romance novels. I'll give you a suggestion. The copywriting is too literary and youthful, so you can change it (suggestion is a suggestion, not a nitpick. Of course you can ignore me completely)