Emotions seem to be untouchable, especially those with worldly prejudices.
Opponents, rumors, slander, and slander use their so-called morals to restrain wild cognition, causing both sides to suffer uncontrollable harm. The persistence that seems to have a bottom line only results in the injured person's midnight tears and endless blood.
Those ignorant supporters may seem to care, but in fact they are just watching with a cold eye. The frustration and pain involved are always incomprehensible to outsiders.
This road is so difficult.
Having loved is scarier than not loving. The latter can count down the memories in a sanctimonious manner, while the former has experienced a grand and gorgeous fireworks show, but the ending is unforgettable. However, in the end, he still has to hold the ashes scattered on the ground and pick up the remaining warmth, but he is extinguished by the rolling tears, and there is no hope.
But what can be done? If you don't love, you can love; if you have loved, you have loved after all.
It's so wrong that even the excuse of youth is hard to excuse.