Traceless Lovesickness

An inconspicuous woodchopping knife, A period of unforgettable hatred, A love of joys and sorrows ………… The gloomy cloud was bleak, and he split the young man without a trace with a knife, The world is in a cold state, and thousands of love threads can be cut off with one knife. Lovesickness has no tears and no traces of lovesickness. How can lovesickness leave any traces? The traces of tears have long since become empty. Just like the flowing water will never stop, the wind will never stop, and there will be no trace of lovesickness. People don't miss people just to leave traces, and they don't shed tears just to be sad... &&&&&&&& What is the purpose of practicing? Supreme right? The Lord of all things? Or endless life? …