When you are in love, that love is illusory. When you get it, that love is sweet. When I think back, that love is only bitter. When heartbreak occurs, love is always helplessly scattered on the ground... "Why did you give up on me?" Love asked while lying on the cold ground. I said: "I want my hobbies and ideals." "Pick me up!" Love begged, "You will know how precious I am in the future." I said: "I..." Facing the pleading of love, I was conflicted and speechless... It was just the longing in my heart. Love was invisible. Between love and ideals, I finally chose ideals. Just seeing the tearful face of love, I finally bent down a little reluctantly, lowered my eyebrows, and picked up my love again. I felt that the love in my hand was like a crystal clear pearl, with a warm and bright light.
