In fact, I also want to know what is love? But it's not about shedding tears, it's not about traveling through mountains and ridges and having difficulty finding a soulmate. It's so hard that you can't see an end. Is this love? A love with no end in sight is like falling off a cliff, out of control and self-transcending. Who will love me? You don't have to read affectionate texts on the Internet and send me a long paragraph of text so that all you get is to be touched by yourself. You don't have to get wet in the rain and dream of someone giving you an umbrella. None of us are saints. When the doomsday comes, will you push me out to ward off disaster or hold my hand and run for my life? When you hit a dead end, will you choose to send me to climb a life-saving wall or leave me to run away alone? Will you still want her when the flowering season is over? Does a person's ticket mean freedom or loneliness? When you climb to the top of the mountain, do you look at the sky or the earth? I can't wrap my head around this profound conundrum, but every answer makes sense. But is it an answer when the answer is not what was asked? Is anyone really willing to settle for an unclear answer? Are you wondering why you had to ask clearly at that time? You don't know that people's hearts are always subject to thousands of changes, either due to your arrival or your departure. No one misses you all the time, but some people miss you all the time. I also think of the tiled brick house that I once wanted to escape from. At that time, I wanted to be a good person and have money. I still want it now, but the dilapidated brick house seems to be more worthy of my nostalgia than the money. I will change. Do you love every change of mine? Do you really love me? Do you know what love is? Maybe I'm wrong, maybe there are really people who have gone through all the trouble to come here for you, maybe there are really people who have been shedding tears and sobbing vaguely "I love you". Maybe.
Intention: We don't have to worry about whether we can find love. Maybe someone comes for you, maybe someone leaves for you. We are free individuals, and so is love.