Intermittent Fragments

This is not a complete story, just some fragments of the story; this may not be the story of one person, because the capacity of a human heart is fixed and cannot hold too many stories. This is not a wonderful story, it is a bit trivial; this is not a pure story, it is a bit lengthy. The essence of love is difficult to define. Words themselves have no temperature, and life always has its ups and downs. I want to use gentle words to describe the heartbeats at different speeds.