I want to live a simple life, with love, a lover, or no lover.
The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, and death; being separated from love and not being able to get what you want; long-lasting resentment and not being able to let go.
Love, and be loved. Live with someone you don't love, and be thousands of miles away from someone you love. When everything becomes a thing of the past, I meet such a stranger, who reminds me of the love that cannot be retrieved.
Before we knew each other, we started to miss each other.
I knelt before the Buddha, knowing that life is a disaster.