Men and women are in pairs and love each other.
Love can be very direct sometimes. Meet in the crowd, fall in love in sweet moments, get to know each other after setbacks, and then stay together in ordinary life.
Love can be messy sometimes. Childhood sweethearts, getting along day and night, no matter how familiar they are, there may still be some changes in their feelings. If someone says this is love, then will we, whose life paths once drifted apart like intersecting lines, really have the day to move forward hand in hand?
Love can be complicated sometimes. Years of social experience have long washed away the childishness in the body. In the adult world, I love you is so easy to say, but it is so difficult to distinguish whether it is true or false. When the passion gradually disappears, will people in love stand at the fork of choice again?