You and I love each other, there is no Bible or role models, only red men and green women, relaxed and idle, willing to create self-righteous earth-shattering things. Hate is drawn out, hatred is turned into hatred, relatives and friends are in a state of annoyance, and as soon as the head is turned, the bitch is in pairs again. They don't seek this life for the rest of their lives, and I hope readers don't take it too seriously. Now that they see it, they feel that the result is not important, but the process of loving someone is more important. Because the result is the same.
Intention: I would rather have loved than miss, and bear the responsibility for my mistakes.
