Women always tend to go to two extremes when it comes to love.
Or it could be like her, who has been in love with the same person for ten years and is completely indifferent to other passers-by. You spend your time and energy silently and waste your emotions without hesitation. I give up everything like a moth to a flame, just to get the look from you;
Or be like her, immune to love, insisting on the belief of "give me gold coins, love will stop", and kick all passers-by A, B, B, and D who block the road away. It seems as if I have an insight into all the love between men and women in the world, and I am traveling through the lonely city as a lone traveler.
They stumble on the dirt road of love, supporting each other and caring for each other.
Love is on the left, love is on the right, we walk in the center with fear, not knowing who will appear at the next corner, who will greet me with colorful clouds, and who will look at me from afar.
Conception: