What is love, do you understand, do I understand, I don't know.
How is love formed? Do you understand? Do I understand? I don't know.
Why do we all like different people, but there are more or less the same people.
Why, the new man is different from the old man, but more or less similar.
Perhaps, fate is the compulsive repetition of psychology.
Maybe I really am a total masochist.