Love is like a sea that is sometimes turbulent and sometimes calm. When it is calm, the wind and waves are calm, but when it is turbulent, millions of corpses float on it.
When love is disordered, it can give rise to hatred, but my love is so disordered that even hatred cannot arise.
Love teaches life and death, but my love makes me unhappy in life and unhappy in death.
What is love?
It has taken people to heaven, and it can also take people straight to hell.
But my love is like an invisible and sharp rope, tightly tied around my body, binding me to hell. This is my life. I cannot die or live. This is love.