One Sword Ends Love

I am a passionate person, and I am teased by the sky because of my passion; I am a passionate person, and I am burdened by emotions because of my passion; I am a ruthless person, because reality is ruthless. I have feelings, my love once bloomed like spring flowers, was as strong as the tide, and was as solid as a rock. My love could breathe, be happy, angry, sad, and happy, and be able to speak silently with my eyes. However, because of her appearance, my love was drowned; and because of her appearance, my love was dried up. I cut off the threads of love with a ruthless sword, cut off the water with a knife, and the water will flow even more. I raise a cup to pour out my sorrow and my sorrow will become even worse. The strands of love are like white hair three thousand feet long, entangled with my dreams in the middle of the night...