Desire, there is no such thing as enough.
Human nature cannot withstand temptation.
Love always makes people unable to resist desire, and they are trapped in the quagmire of human nature.
In the heavy snow, snowflakes are falling. Whispers comfort me, a natural pessimist. "Smart elites like me cannot be called perfect. The same is true for love. It is naturally destined to have regrets."
So, please believe that there are regrets, but life is connected by happy things.
Intention: If Heaven is sentimental, Heaven will also grow old