Love is never a simple thing. We always think that we love deeply and without hesitation. Young hearts have not yet learned to settle down, so they rush to make promises. Perhaps we should be forgiven at a young age, so we feel more confident and spend our money wantonly. Only when we are woken up by a loud slap one day can we understand how shallow our love is. The injury is always inadvertent, but the pain is always unforgettable. Only after we are exhausted do we realize that we still have to huddle in a dark corner alone, or walk alone in a heavy fog with full of loneliness, looking for the little glimmer of light and the faintest hope in the thick darkness. Because you and I were still young back then, so all the hurt deserves to be forgiven......