When I was young, I was frivolous and naive. I thought falling in love was easy. It was easy for two people to be together. We could fall in love countless times.
After a long, long time, falling in love turned out to be very difficult.
I often think about the human world, the earthly world, firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, money, material things, the world is complicated and complex. Most people are struggling in the daily trivialities. How much leisure time is there to love, hate, love, romance, and romance?
Even if there is, is it just that life has been influenced and dramatized by novels, movies, etc.?
After watching the love stories of some people around me, I sighed and said to myself, although you doubt it, they still happen everywhere every day; maybe at the same time, there can be joys and sorrows, and earth-shaking.
What exactly is it like?
The answer cannot be determined. But at least you can record or adapt beautiful stories. Regardless of the ending. At least keep them forever.
Some fragmented, independent short stories.