I have always stubbornly believed that love is just a pastime when you are bored. When you are tired of it, you can replace it and find what you need.
As everyone knows, when true love comes, I will be so at a loss.
They couldn't tell whether it was habit or love, so no one wanted to say they liked each other first.
So once you miss it, it will be lost forever.
In the next life, in love, can we be less proud?