Life is just a drop in the straw. At the end, everyone is just a wisp of smoke and a handful of loess. The world is full of vicissitudes and the mortal world is endless. What is more unpredictable than life is love. People often feel confused in the middle of love, because confusion leads to all kinds of what-ifs, and they give up because of all kinds of what-ifs. The most brilliant love goes from blooming to decay, but it is just the moment when a flower blooms.
I once thought that I would never be able to recall the forgotten face in my midnight dream for the rest of my life. In the blink of an eye, I couldn't even draw the first heartbeat. Love is so hard that it pricks the person with blood, but love is so weak that it disappears with a gentle blow.
(The past life was a story similar to painted skin. In the future life, how do people protect, how do they rob, and how do they view their love? Abuse, not sadness)