Destiny mostly has nowhere to go, and life is like a scam.
Love in novels is always pure and clean, but what I saw was not.
The love I saw was mixed with desire, money, and ugliness, and was as dirty as the indelible dirt in sewers. The love I saw violated the law, morality, and kindness.
The love I see is a sanctimonious hypocrite, a devil walking in the abyss and letting it sink, and a corner of the deviation when fate turns to happiness.
What I saw made me hate love.
I couldn't kneel at her feet like a Christian.
If fate teaches me to meet her one day, I will settle down and look down at her, oh, look what I found? A sewer rat?
Note: The three views are incorrect. Made at a low point.