What is love? Is it joy or sorrow? Is it the clutch? Is it a promise? Or cry? Is it because we are in love and kiss each other, or is it love and hate and separation? Is it a high-level expression of human beings for reproduction or a redemption experience in which the soul is afraid of loneliness?
Everyone has a different understanding of love, and there are similar experiences and resonances in thousands of stories.
The world is boundless and life is in a hurry. If you meet love, please cherish it, because no matter whether it is sweet or bitter, it will be a memory that lingers in your heart all the time...
(I am 41 years old and half dead. I just want to write an article quietly and narrate the story in a plain and simple way. The background of my work is roughly 1998-2006. If you are in your prime, you may not be able to understand the way the characters think and behave in the article. You will find the article surprising. Please read it with caution.
If I'm lucky, some of the characters, plots, and stories in the article can arouse the slightest resonance among my peers, I'll rest in peace. )
Intention: The world is vast and life is in a hurry. If you meet love, please cherish it, because no matter whether it is sweet or painful, it will be a memory that lingers in your heart all the time...
