What is Love? It is a three-minute burst of burning, or a lifelong stream of water.
The best love is: knowing your cold and warmth, understanding your joys and sorrows, and lasting companionship.
But in life, how many of our relationships can achieve a complete ending? More often, we get cold and indifferent self-awareness, a bleak life, and a separation for a lifetime.
Sometimes I wonder, what is love? Is it a three-minute burst of burning, or a lifelong stream of water?
Love has no fixed appearance; it comes when it's meant to come and goes when it's meant to go. Even within a three-minute burst of heat, there may be love, but in a lifetime of steady streams, there will surely be deep love.
Because no one has the time and willingness to spend their entire lives just to make one person happy, or to watch him be happy.
In love stories, those who know your cold and warmth may not understand your feelings; those who understand your feelings may not pay attention to your cold and warmth. Those long-lasting companions we've always wished for in our blessings and prayers will also fade in the face of an impermanent life.
We are all mortals, unable to escape the bonds of the world; we are all ordinary people, with too many dissatisfactions and complaints about people and things.
In fact, everything comes from excessive concern and liking. And that's exactly where your life's lifeline is.
The best state of life should not have a lifeline, otherwise, it wouldn't trap your mind and body. Learn to not care, learn to let go of things that make you too attached, liberate yourself, and free your spirit.
Perhaps we have asked ourselves countless times, but countless times we have lost to our own knots. Open it up, let the sunshine shine, let the dust dissipate, let everything go with the wind.
Even if many years later, we don't write or recount the gentle and story-like love in our years, even the plot of the story of love!
The best way is not to give up, but to walk together on the road of growth, encouraging each other to become a better person. Only then is the perfect appearance of love.
In this life, although love doesn't know its origin, it goes deep. I'm willing to understand, let the years be quiet. I just hope: as time passes, you are still there, he is still there, and life is good.
Time grows old, all stories begin to subtract in the face of time.
Whether we meet or part ways, we will no longer entangle. Instead, we will accept it peacefully and say goodbye.
I have always loved this world, even if it doesn't have deep affection for me, or even if it's cold and distant. But I still want to forgive those who are not good, and give myself a smile for tomorrow.
When you can see it, and when I can let it go lightly, those stories of time haven't faded, and I'm just there, smiling, until the end of my life, a fairytale you'll never forget.
