My stupid mother told me when I was young that a word of love will hurt someone after all. As a young and ignorant person, I didn't understand what love was, I just knew that it was something that couldn't be touched. Now facing all the past, the past has passed by like floating clouds. I am who I am, and you are who you are. Maybe everything is wrong. Maybe after all, just like my mother said, a word of love will hurt someone after all.