I don't quite understand what love is.
My identity has long separated me from these things, but when I completed the last task of my life, I seemed to understand something. Love is by no means possessive and forced. Love is willing, even if it is wishful thinking.
When I look at all this as a bystander, it is not difficult to feel infinite sadness.
But the most difficult thing in life is that it is difficult to regret.
Purpose: About love