The Peach Blossoms Are Bathed in the Rain at Night

What is love? Is it fulfillment or shackles? If love means risking your life for you regardless of your wishes, are you willing to accept this kind of love? If love is always guarding and never leaving, why are you always unwilling to accept this kind of love? I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper. The sunshine in the late summer of that year was bright and dazzling, and the night breeze in the late spring of that year was stunning. Who has been gentle and made whose years peaceful, and who has made whose life stable? Hate is nowhere to be found, it disappears with a smile. Going up to the poor green and falling into the underworld, after experiencing life and death, suddenly looking back, when the years have passed, maybe the only thing left is: Goodbye!