I have always believed that love is not the most important part of life. A life without love may feel lacking, but it does not necessarily make your life unhappy. Because:
You also have family, friendship, career, interests, experiences... These can make you feel happy and even satisfied.
But if you have experienced love, that kind of indescribable depth, passion and timelessness, how can all of the above compare to it? How can we continue to whitewash peace?
In the original world, I lived peacefully, or rather waited peacefully, but it never appeared... I thought my whole life would just go by like this...
When I came to this world, I thought I would be like this, but I did meet it, when I was not aware of it, when it passed by me, when I tolerated and suppressed it until it exploded, when I was forced to resent and change... It burned fiercely until it was ashes, even if it was destroyed, I had no regrets...
It turns out that all of this is... The whole picture of love...