Love is a small poem, chanting the song of the distant place.
Love is a torrent, a drum that beats the soul.
Love is spring rain, which moistens everything silently.
Love has no reason, just like you don't know how it will come, you are unprepared, just like that, little by little, you will enjoy it.
But when you leave, you do know whether it is joy or sadness, and you don't care. The heartbeat, sparkle, and sweetness are all memories, longing, and the words "I loved you."
Purpose: a better life