This is a boring book about my views on love. It is unlikely that everyone will like it, but if I am lucky enough to be liked by you, thank you for your favor.
The original name of the definition book was "The subject of love is so profound", but when I entered the name, I thought of Kushancha. Maybe love is like white roses and red roses. Camellias will never understand the romance of night. Even bitterness is a little sweet, and sweetness is a little bitter. Otherwise, why would so many crazy men and women be fascinated by it.
There's no need to push, because it doesn't matter if I push, because for me, opinions are equivalent to a diary written down by my personal empathy. When I have feelings about the subject of love, I will write it down in a memo. Whether I am commuting to or from get off work, I will take advantage of my free time to write it down in a memo.
Intention: No need to rush! No need to rush! No need to rush! There's no point in urging me. I still have to say important things three times. Because what I've written is also in the memo on my phone, and I won't upload it if it doesn't have a certain number of words. If you like it or come here because of the smell, thank you for clicking in with your little finger. Although it doesn't look good or smell bad to most people, please don't post malicious or offensive comments under your works. If you criticize someone you see, it's probably difficult to get signed, so it will continue to be free. I will probably continue to write it when I reach the agreed word count. Don't treat it like a novel, because there is no ending, no clue, and no plot. What's left is just the innocent moaning of the person involved, hoping for mutual understanding.