Love is nourishment, and emotion is a seed. You and I are both cultivators, but we are also cutters. Some seeds are stillborn before they bloom, some seeds bloom beautifully but have yet to bear fruit, and some have already bear fruit, but the fruit is bitter and astringent. I am not slandering love, but it is the same for most people. Faced with various reasons, people uproot their own seeds, leaving a hole in their hearts. The stronger the seeds, the greater the regret left...
Intention: half-informed