Once we planted love in our hearts, and later, love blossomed in our lives. The fruits of love are what we long for. When the fruits are mature, love is also mature.
Until the severe cold comes and the seeds, flowers and fruits are covered by winter, we don't know how painful the love that grows from the ice is...
Love is too vague. One person has one kind of love, and ten thousand people have ten thousand kinds of love. People are eager to have it, so love becomes a child prone to making mistakes. There is no loss, only paranoia. When it comes to love, if you are too rational, you will easily lose it; if you are too emotional, you will be easily hurt.
If this world is beautiful because of love, then the other side that supports beauty is pain. Like a stinging rose, it always takes ten thousand points of damage to get a little bit of good.
Concept: The original intention of love is because there is something you want to protect