Years later, when I carefully chewed on the love words I used to say in the past, I discovered that they simply couldn't stand up to scrutiny and were mostly bullshit meant to make the other person happy. But there is one sentence that I still remember. It is a joke.
"Looking at two places, looking forward to seeing a wild goose flying across the sky."
One wild goose flies in the air, one wild goose flies in the air.
He came from the northern country thousands of miles away, but he only stayed for a short time because he was greedy for the warmth here. But I actually tried to pin a lonely goose to my side, and I deserved to be blinded.
Concept: a sense of passage.