This observation of love is over, and all sincerity and regret are not hypocritical.
Every "hypocrisy" is an unspoken "I love you"; every intersection is "too late" given by time.
It turns out that the most regrettable thing is that when you understand love, there is no time to return.
Concept: Sincerity is a perishable variable, and self-order is the eternal parameter.