Flowers Bloom Again

Some people love persistently and overbearingly, just because they are afraid of losing. Who knows that love is like the sand in your hands, the tighter it is, the faster it passes. Some people are tolerant of love and give each other enough space. Unexpectedly, lack of love is like a kite with broken strings, flying higher and farther. Some people are so selfish in their love that no one can take it away as long as it is theirs. Who knows that love always fades away the more they want to have it. And some people, who clearly have no definition of love, always encounter the trap of love. He is the warm sunshine in winter. He cried and told her that we cannot be together because we are all responsible for the people who love us. He is a pool of green lake water, and he always can't bear to hurt her. He once said, it doesn't matter, we are the best friends, the kind of person who, after you have nothing, looks back and there is still me. He is the ice that cannot melt in the snow-capped mountains, but he melts because of her. He always says, if I don't tell you how much I have done for you, can't you even see it? Still don't want to know?