Love is a wilderness, not a track. In the name of love, what is given shackles is not love, but destruction.
There are two ways of love, one is endless suffocating loneliness after overflowing sympathy; the other is love that tends to become pathological after being in love for a long time. In the friction between love and non-love, the love in my writing was born.
Purpose: Gradually grow on the road to revenge