For orchids, the flower language is the desire for love and the desire to be loved.
Youth is fleeting, wandering in friendship and love, and then it is determined, and how far can it go if it is determined.
We always envy others who are in pairs, who have suffered setbacks and injuries, licking their wounds alone. No one wants us. We are isolated and helpless, waiting for someone to love us.
The youth of others, your own youth, there is joy and sorrow. Youth is when a group of people walk in, walk out, or never leave again.
Philosophy: Love at first sight is ultimately love by mistake; we never get tired of it after being together for a long time, but it is still just like the first time we met!