Love is like the taste of chili peppers. I am afraid and think about it. It is so spicy that tears, nose, and saliva flow out, and my mouth feels like fire. I am afraid that after tasting it once, I will not want to experience it again, but it will heal and the scar will forget the pain. I want to eat it again. After eating it, I will secretly think that I will never eat it again, but it will be such a vicious circle again and again, just like love, I will be hurt again and again, but I will still look for it.