Let me start by saying that the one who loves always suffers, being humble and prostrate, shrinking into a small ball in front of the one he loves, returning to the most primitive and blank state, without reason or dignity. So, I, a top agent who changes women like clothes, never say I love her, I only say I like her. I like apples, I like music, I like enjoyment, I like women's soft and fragrant bodies, and I even like my enemies. But I have no love, no love, so I can calmly watch one woman after another come and go in my life like a revolving door.
But how can you be so arrogant when you say "love", as if love does not make him humble, but makes him more superior. Like an angel with a halo, and a prince with a golden crown on his head, as if I was the one who should kneel down and thank the Lord for His grace...
Ji Fan, I really don't know if I love you, or if I should love you. I have seen too many examples of people losing themselves because of love, which makes me no longer have the courage to love others...
I am now standing on the edge of Niagara Falls. I really want to jump off and be reborn to see if I will become braver, brave enough to let go and love...