I like the love in the 1970s, which is delicate, simple, and warm. Every paragraph is like a poem, because people at that time lived their lives and wrote their love into poems.
But no one can easily write about the current love, because the current love comes quickly and leaves quickly. It left before it could be written.
I don't know how many people still believe in love, but I know that love has always existed in this world, but some love is hidden in places you can't see, quietly taking root, sprouting, and growing slowly.
However, some love has been buried and will not be exposed to the sun in the end.
However, the love you once had will never disappear. It will penetrate into your life gently and bit by bit in a corner around you, and compose your time into a warm poem.
It's like many years later, one afternoon, you see a fallen leaf, and the veins on it are your former love.