We all long for love, but we don't know how to love. In an inexplicable love, we will argue with each other, change sides, become lost, and have self-doubt... No one has ever said what love is, and no one has ever said how to love. Flowers bloom all the way to the end, is it a pity? Perhaps it's more about the inferiority complex hidden deep inside...
Intention: We learn to love while growing up while walking and living