Hide and Seek with Love

In the past, I often thought: What is love? I searched for a long time but couldn't find it. When life comes to an end, I can't help but think: Maybe, my love is you, but your love is not me. Intertwined with each other, but destined to be unrelated. If I hadn't met you, I think I might just be dust in the hourglass of time. Because I met you, my life has become colorful. Although the process is not perfect, I have no regrets after meeting you.