I once told him about Butterfly Lovers and lamented the heroic love.
He laughed at my stupidity.
Nowadays, I no longer have the spirituality I once had, but I am envious of a moth flying into the flames.
He told me to be brave, he loved me enough to die for me.
I laughed at his stupidity.
He laughed and said that if he were not crazy, he would not be able to survive.
Intention: Love is a question.