The so-called love, whether it is plain, calm, passionate, or even crazy, has joys and sorrows, sweetness and bitterness, happiness and pain.
Why are people so complicated? It can be summed up in one word, just "love"
The story is born from love, grows from hate, and ends with love.
In this world where we can only see ourselves more and more clearly, I hope more people can open their eyes and take a look at other people, and sincerely dedicate their precious "love" not to themselves, but to other people and other things.