How flowers bloom from the dust of fireworks. How many people have been hurt by love, poisoned by fame and money, and their voices have been muted by medicine. When I turned around, I saw only the embarrassment behind the elegance, the poverty behind the wealth, and the bleakness behind the glory.
The word "love" always makes people humble. Even if you are like a moth flying into a flame, you are willing to be shattered and become ashes.