Greenhouse Snowflake

I look forward to meeting you every moment, but I am also afraid of meeting you all the time. Like a cat wandering on the edge of an abyss, curiosity drives him to move forward tentatively, while his remaining sanity reminds him of the danger ahead and prevents him from going any further. The poison was injected into the cavity of the honey, and the syrup was wrapped on the outer shell of the cannonball. Knowing that there are unpredictable dangers under that layer of sweetness, but still willing to enjoy it, greedily enjoying this illusion, imagining that a snowflake will last forever in the greenhouse. I voluntarily hung the Sword of Damocles above my head, buried my head in the sand and turned a blind eye to the danger, exposed my ankles that were not soaked by the River Styx in front of you, and welcomed the Trojan Horse into Troy...